Zhuang Gao Xian turned around and looked at Du Ruhui, who had arrived almost simultaneously with Song Hengjiang, "Chancellor Du, do you know what this place is?"
Du Ruhui furrowed his brows in deep thought.
He wasn't pondering the answer, but whether he should speak and how to speak.
Eventually, he said, "This grotto has managed to elude the perception of today's true masters. After much deliberation, I could only think of one possibility. Ancient texts record that within Zhuang Region there once existed an Ancient Demon Cave. I have always been unaware of its location, but to think... it's actually beneath the Qing River!"
Song Hengjiang's eyes dropped in resignation. He knew that nothing could be undone any longer.
This Ancient Demon Cave was something he and a friend had discovered by accident in his early years. No one else in the world should have known about it.
