At the end of the dark corridor, a bit of light intruded into the view.
Peeking into the hollow mountain, the ground tiles were neatly arranged, and a stone platform sat steadily in the center. The platform was covered in sword marks, filled with the aura of ages.
Above, a human-high bronze mirror hung in mid-air, softly emitting a dim yellow halo.
Zhan Hongqu arrived in the hall, unbuckled the iron sword on her back, and firmly inserted it into the stone platform. Then, she motioned Lu Bei and said, "Unfasten your sword. Although those imprisoned here are offenders, they are also predecessors or fellow disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect. As a sign of respect, swords are not allowed inside."
Taking off one's pants to fart, what a pointless gesture.
Upon hearing this, Lu Bei was quite disdainful. On the surface it was respect, but in reality, it was a concern that the prisoners inside would snatch the iron sword, leading to a bloody incident.
