The sound of flowing water from the depths of the ancient cave was clearer than before, mixed with the muffled friction of stone doors, echoing emptily through the narrow passage. Ye Fan walked in front, his fingertips brushing lightly against the damp stone wall. The black jade in his Inner World grew faintly warm—a sign of "approaching danger" from his memories of a past life.
"Shuang'er, keep close." He turned slightly sideways, using the light of the fire starter at his waist to see the silver hairpin in Qín Wǎnshuāng's hair casting a cold gleam in the shadows. The green robe she wore in male disguise today was already smudged with some dust, but her brows still stood straight like an unholstered sword. "General Lǐ, guard the rear. Āmán, watch the jade box."
General Lǐ grunted an acknowledgment, his Dark Iron Saber scraping sparks against the stone wall. Following the sound of water for another half-incense-stick's time, the passage suddenly widened, and the stone chamber before them was at least as large as three martial arts arenas.
Chapter 102