Ethan Smith, aware of how crafty that brat could be, said with a good-natured smile, "How about... Saint Harris goes first? I can bring back some fresh mud from inside along with some chaotic qi for you, how does that sound?"
"Absolutely not, I have to ensure your safety! After all, you're a friend of Jackson Harris!" Jacob Harris declared with conviction.
Ethan Smith rolled his eyes, "Cut that crap, just say it if you dare not go inside. Don't use me as your excuse."
Saint Harris laughed and said, "Mr. Smith, look at what you're saying. What do I have to be afraid of? I just don't want to steal your thunder."
Ethan Smith, not interested in continuing this verbal sparring, took the lead and headed towards the entrance of the Chaos Grave.
The instant he stepped into the massive monument, a surge of an intense murderous intent erupted, and the intimidating chaotic qi within the Chaos Grave made anyone feel disturbed.
As far as the eye could see, there was a faint light.