C40 It must be Far Beyond the Immortal

In that moment, Xiaoqiao's heart was a mix of anticipation and a touch of nervousness.

She followed the path leading to the big tree, arriving at an arched doorway. Beyond it lay a red wooden door.

The door appeared aged, its surface bearing the marks of time's passage.

As Xiaoqiao drew closer to the red wooden door, her nervousness intensified, and she toyed with the idea of turning back