"Strike this drum three times. If nothing comes out, then you will never be able to enter this mystic realm for the rest of your life."
Xu Yangyang handed a club to Jiang Ming and signaled him to beat the drum.
Jiang Ming took the club and was very determined. He beat the drum with the club.
He thought back to the day he had met Sikong Wuyuan and how he had taught him some drumming techniques.
He did not expect that he would make use of his advice so soon. It was even more surprising that this time would be related to Sikong Wuyuan as well. Life was so strange.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Drums suddenly sounded in the palace, and a few huge figures appeared in front of them.
One of them was wearing a robe, but he had a long beard that went to his waist.
The other person looked even more bizarre. There was a piece of cinnabar on his forehead, an eye tied to his wrist, and he had a pair of elven ears.