Before Yang Fan could finish speaking, he felt a strong force of attraction, leaving him with no time to react before being sucked into the mysterious gate.
It happened too quickly, so fast that Yang Fan didn't even see any sign of a spatial channel being formed.
Bam!
With a loud crash, Yang Fan stood up, grimacing as he rubbed his aching backside.
"Is this... the White Ape?"
Yang Fan saw the White Ape without the aid of a glowing Array Jade.
The White Ape was kneeling about ten meters in front of Yang Fan, in front of a step-like structure. On the steps was an offering table and a memorial tablet, while the White Ape knelt below, eyes closed in devout reverence.
It seemed to be performing a ritual, a commemoration, but it also appeared to be pondering something.
Yang Fan didn't dare make much noise and carefully observed his surroundings.
It was dim inside, though light existed it was not bright enough.
