The Death Pass was at an inconspicuous corner within District D. If the stooped old man had not led him, Bu Fang might not be able to find it. No, it should be that he could not have imagined that the only entrance to District C was here.
They entered the stone door. Inside, black water filled with the power of curses flowed across the ground. It was bone-piercing cold, like the water of the Yellow Spring that could freeze one's soul.
The stooped old man walked at the forefront, leading Bu Fang. "This is a secret passage. A woman told me about it once… I tried to brave it, but unfortunately… I failed," he said. He sounded lonely. It seemed that this passage was a sad place for him.
"Your strength is considered good among Saints of the Great Path, but… It will still be quite difficult for you to break through the Death Pass." The old man glanced over his shoulder at Bu Fang.
