West of the Mist Smoke Mountain, thirty meters below the wooden building of the Dan Pavilion.
Chen Mu activated the Point Ground into Steel, expertly expanding a new square space.
After drying the walls, carving out ventilation ducts, arranging luminous jade lights, and putting out several pots of sea-heart pine to purify the air, a brand new underground secret chamber was completed.
Lighting a plate of Soul Condensing Incense and placing it in a brass incense burner, Chen Mu sat cross-legged on a low couch, taking out the gourd sword box to examine and study it in detail.
The small-arm-long red gourd seemed to be made of iron—solid and heavy. Its surface was etched with black cloud patterns, mysterious and ancient.
With a slight push of mana, a flood of intricate information surged into his mind.
A moment later, Chen Mu came back to his senses, his face full of surprised as he looked at the gourd.
