Fiennes walked down the elevator. After about half a minute, the elevator stopped.
Hearing the crisp sound, Fiennes' lips curved into an imperceptible curve.
For some reason, even though he was smiling, his expression was somewhat cold!
Soon, Fiennes walked out of the elevator. In his line of sight, there was a long and narrow passage. The wall lamps that never went out all year round were emitting a faint light.
Fiennes walked forward step by step. In the dim passage, the sound of footsteps was the only sound. It sounded particularly creepy.
After walking for about five meters, Fiennes turned a corner and saw a tightly locked door.
The door was a very cold silver color. If someone had paid attention to it, they would have discovered that such a large door was actually made of silver tear ore!
A small piece of silver tear ore could often be sold for a sky-high price, let alone such a two-meter-high door!
