After saying this, Bo Yi's face couldn't look worse.
Tan Jincheng felt like his heart had already sunk to the bottom; the distance from heaven to hell is just like that.
He gritted his teeth and asked, "Can't we enter there now either?"
Bo Yi looked up at Dan Musheng.
Dan Musheng's face was very pale, so white it was devoid of any blood color; this was truly a face as pale as paper.
He stood straight, his spine seemed as if it had a steel bar inserted, unyielding and straight.
But in the eyes of Tan Jincheng and Bo Yi, Dan Musheng standing stiffly like this always gave off a sense of despair.
Despair, yes, it's despair.
The entire being of Dan Musheng emanated those two words, despair—no vitality, no hope.
Upon hearing Tan Jincheng's question, he finally spoke up.
