The teleportation gate suddenly appeared in front of Chen Ke, emitting a white halo as if it were a man-made wormhole.
At noon, there weren't many pedestrians on the street. Plus, Chen Ke was deep in an alley, some distance from the main road at the entrance to the alley, so naturally, nobody saw this strange teleportation gate.
Chen Ke looked at the scene inside the door and thoughts surged in his mind.
He wanted to walk around to the back of the teleportation gate but discovered that no matter where he went, the gate was always facing him. There was no distinction between front, back, left, or right, as if the space before him had been torn open with a mouth that forever faced him.
He cautiously extended his right hand and slowly inserted his index finger into the teleportation gate, feeling nothing out of the ordinary.