"Cough, cough cough."
As the dust cleared, Deng Chanyu covered her mouth and nose with one hand and walked forward, casting a doubtful glance at Nezha then reached out to touch the iron gate towering like a city wall. With a determined heart, she side-stepped and slammed into it.
"Ouch! That hurts!"
Deng Chanyu clutched her shoulder, tears brimming in her eyes from the pain, but the massive gate remained unmoved.
She asked incredulously, "How did you manage to do it?"
"Just naturally strong."
Nezha poked his head inside and saw that it wasn't as pitch-black as he expected; rather, due to the opening of the gate, fresh air flowed in, causing the flames on the large lamps along both sides of the great hall to flicker, casting dancing shadows.
"Is there someone inside lighting lamps? But no matter what living creature is inside, I think it's best not to go in."
