Panic-stricken, Wu Qi sprung to his feet and glanced around. He was sweating profusely.
He was the only person in the chamber. He could find no second person around him, despite the fact that he had been glancing around with the Mystic Eyes of Universe, scanning every corner of the chamber with his divine will. He pushed open the thick, heavy rock door and ran into the mine. All of the several thousand cultivators were still working tirelessly in the pitch-dark mine. The bored Yakshas were squatted on some stalagmites; some were gambling, some were drinking, and some were mating in the shadows of a random corner.
He could see no stranger, nothing.
