The whirlpool closed up behind Bai Yunfei’s group when they walked through it. Without the abnormality there to exert its pressure, the area quickly returned to its normal docile state as if nothing ever happened to begin with.

The only difference was the fog. By an unnatural power, the fog that pervaded the valley was now being pushed to two different sides so a group could walk over to the lake.

It was Shangguan Xiongyan and Gu Jimie.

“It’s here! The entrance to the pocket dimension is right here!”

Shangguan Xiongyan shouted, he was staring at the reflection in the mirror and comparing it to the lake in front of him.

It didn’t matter if the area seemed ordinary. To him, a Saint, he could tell from the flow that it had recently been disturbed. He didn’t need the mirror telling him that someone had ‘opened’ something here.

Gu Jimie noticed it as well, but he was a little more...