Even the wind couldn't blow in here.
Qin An walked in slowly and approached the closed gate, gazing at it intently.
His Dharma Aspect wrapped around his hands as he pressed against the door, then Qin An pushed hard, but the gate did not budge an inch.
"My unarmed Cultivation Technique possesses the strength of a thousand pounds. No matter how tall or thick this gate is, it shouldn't be as heavy as a mountain. If I can't move it, then there must be something special about this gate."
Qin An withdrew his hands, no longer trying to force the gate open, and began to carefully examine the enormous gate.
As Qin An scrutinized it, he noticed a peculiar detail.
The surface of the gate had elaborate and beautiful carvings, but these carvings seemed extremely dried out.
It was as if yellowed grass on a barren field had been swept by autumn winds.
Qin An was no longer the rookie he had been in Ding County; he had fought his way here and seen many secrets in the Confidential Library.
