It was an entirely iron-cast space, no wonder such a secret chamber, even when empty, did not affect the posture of the ship.
The coldness of the Winter Lake was completely conducted into this space, and Pei Ye looked ahead to see those heavy and strange iron cylinders described by Zhang Ercai.
Indeed, they were entirely made of iron, the mouth of each cylinder sealed by a metal grid, the bars as thick as a person's finger. The bases were firmly fixed, and they were arranged in a square formation in this space, as neatly organized as the cargo in the three warehouses above. There were about a hundred of them, extending into the depths of this chamber, disappearing into the mist.
An eerie silence permeated the space, and Pei Ye slowly walked to the side of a cylinder and bent down... empty.
