It was more than a few minutes since Dong Meirong entered the catacombs and her experience wasn't exactly what she had in mind. Water trickled along the tight-spaced tunnels. The air was humid, making her feel breathless after more than a few steps. Light barely seemed through the thick walls, forcing her to use a little qi to light her way.
She had the path she had to follow after sending off the saints to places with substandard treasures when compared to what she was looking for. In front of her, there was a total of four exits. She didn't think too much and chose the second exit from the right.
