I shrunk my neck, shut my mouth obediently, and retreated to Sima Yang. I looked at Sima Qing timidly with a pair of eyes, with two tears remaining in the corners of my eyes that I couldn't wipe away in time.
Sima Yang patted my head like a puppy, raised his head, and looked at it carefully: "Huxiang, what did you just say about Nantianmen?"
Hu Xiang raised his hands high: "Look there, does it look like the Nantian Gate in the book?"
The three of us raised our heads together and looked out of the cave through the vents on the wall of the narrow cave. A spiral stone staircase loomed in the middle of the cotton-like transparent blue smoke, like a long five-color ribbon, going all the way.
Extending forward, at the end of the stone staircase is an inverted conical island. On the island, an antique pavilion stands, as if it is the facade of the island...
It’s really... very similar to the Nantianmen you saw on TV![
I nodded like I was pounding garlic, and kept saying "tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk" in exclamation: "It really looks like Nantianmen!"
"There seems to be something written on the pavilion..." Sima Yang squinted his eyes and looked through the cave for a while. When he looked back, his glazed eyes were full of frustration: "It's a bit far away, so I can't see clearly what's written on it. It seems to be hidden."
Some pavilion or something like that..."
When Sima Qing heard this, she pushed Sima Yang away and opened her door unprepared. Sima Yang staggered for several steps before holding on to the wall to stabilize his body, "Brother?"