"Master, this place—what is its purpose? Only you and the Tibetan King know; no one else does! I don't know either."
Wang Han shook his head again. He had to get out of there quickly; the urge of his "higher self" to take control was becoming impossible to suppress.
He looked up at the spot where he had fallen. Climbing back up was nearly impossible—the tunnel entrance was at least seven or eight meters away.
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