Xiao He waved his hand, standing before a wall deep within the imperial palace. Black smoke slipped from his hand and penetrated the wall, disappearing.
Soon, a creaking sound was heard. The platform behind the wall slid to the side, revealing a hidden passage.
"Proceed," Xiao He said indifferently.
Despite their surprise, the elders did not dare to linger and instructed the disciples to quickly enter. Only when the last disciple entered the passage did Xiao He follow them.
Then the passage closed.
***
Flicker. Flicker. Flicker.
Lights began to ignite, illuminating their path. It was a long corridor, five meters wide and ten meters high. There was a smell of dampness, iron, and decay, as if it were some abandoned place.
