Physiological Deconstruction

When the Black eyeball actively drew the other party's attention,

Luo Di used an utterly silent, rapid gait to make his way from the guard room to the dungeon's side entrance, with the mist concealing his presence the entire way.

Not a sound was made during the whole process. Even the surroundings were barely disturbed, and wherever he passed, the mist swept away every lingering trace of scent.

It was a technique he had picked up during his lessons with Wu Wen. No matter what kind of place the dungeon was, as long as he could push disguise and stealth to their limits, it was bound to work.

[Side Entrance]

This hidden entrance could only be seen with special vision. To ordinary eyes, it was merely a rough stone wall.

When Luo Di stepped inside,

he was met by that familiar darkness unique to dungeons, darkness capable of swallowing every last shred of light—the color this eyeball loved most.

Noises like bared teeth scraping across violin strings followed one after another.

Luo Di did not light his torch immediately. After peering into Old Master Jiang's memories, he seemed to have developed some degree of adaptation to darkness.

He sprinted through the pitch-black passage for a distance before lighting the torch, preventing the light and scent produced by the flame from leaking through the side entrance and alerting whatever was outside.

The smell and light of burning grease spread together,

and the noise vanished.

Only then did he notice that he was in a narrow stairwell, hemmed in on both sides by airtight, coarse stone walls.

His right eye wriggled, and a voice came from the depths of the darkness:

"Hm? You're clearly very weak, yet your adaptability is higher than that old thing's. You've exceeded my expectations somewhat.

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