The mist was as heavy as a thick cloud, with a pale white ambience flowing through the valley.
She Huan stood amongst a heap of colossal rocks, sensing for a moment before confirming that Huang He's aura had disappeared here. At the same time, this pile of jumbled rocks was the entrance to the Underground Palace. It hadn't been visited for twenty years, the entrance had already changed beyond recognition.
Lu Bei hopped down, squatting on the ground and started to grope around.
She Huan was also searching for the entrance, frowning she said: "Someone has set up a trap at the entrance. It's done very cleverly. No wonder the people from the Imperial Sect were stalled for so long before they entered. If it were me too...."
Bang!
The trap was activated, a pitch-black hole spiralled downwards.
"It actually took me ten breathing spans. I've been idle at home for too long, and my skills have grown rusty."
