Carrying the food box, Chu Mo kept walking down the tunnel, barely lit by the faint glow of Night Pearls embedded on the walls on both sides.
Meanwhile, heat was constantly being emitted from the heavenly mirror on his chest, reminding Chu Mo that a treasure, no less impressive, was hidden in this place. Chu Mo found it a bit strange, as one would expect the Lingyue Sect, after so many years, to know whether there was a treasure here.
Especially since the spirit energy here was entirely different from other places, he found it hard to believe that they were completely unaware of it.
At this point, Chu Mo remembered something else. The menial workers he had previously heard speaking about the Black Prison had done so in tones that suggested intense fear.
