Thinking of the number Shitai Jueyuan had tortured out of the trafficker back at the inn, it was clearly more than the dozen or so people they had seen in the storeroom.
Gu Shao'an's gaze swept over the surroundings.
At last, his eyes settled on the darkest corner at the very back of the warehouse—there was a separate small room there.
Its door was made of iron, secured with chains and a heavy lock.
Gu Shao'an's eyes lit up.
Just as the others noticed something was wrong and turned their attention to the iron door, Gu Shao'an had already circulated his inner force, tapped off with his toes, and crossed the distance in several leaps. Raising his sword, he poured inner force into it and severed the chain.
As the blade slid back into its sheath, he raised his right hand and placed it against the iron door, applying a little force.
"Creak!"
Rust made the iron door groan with a heavy, grating sound.
As the gap slowly opened, there was none of the filthy stench from outside. Instead, a faint lingering scent of powder and perfume wafted out.
Just as the opening became barely wide enough for one person to squeeze through, before the light outside had time to reach within, Gu Shao'an suddenly felt a faint resistance through the palm pressed against the door.
The resistance was exceedingly slight. Had Gu Shao'an's five senses not been greatly enhanced, and had he not remained vigilant all along, he would have found it difficult to notice.
"Whoosh—!"
An incredibly faint sound of something cutting through the air suddenly rang out, as swift as a venomous snake flicking its tongue.
Before anyone outside could see what was within the room, a hidden weapon of unknown material, its tip sharpened to an