The bronze gate shuddered open the instant blood dripped onto it, the gap barely wide enough for one person to slip through sideways. Before it had fully opened, Bai Zhi had already leapt inside, her sword tip tapping the ground to steady herself. Behind her came a rapid succession of arrows slicing through the air. She swung her sword backward, the slender blade drawing seven arcs through the air and knocking every concealed bolt flying at her aside.
Mo Feng followed close behind. He pressed a palm to the ground, and a thin layer of water spread like a spiderweb, leaving wet traces across the blue bricks. He closed his eyes for a moment, his brow faintly furrowing. "Don't step on the gray lines. They're the trigger fuses." His voice was extremely low, yet every word reached Bai Zhi clearly.
She nodded and moved forward with light taps of her toes, following the route marked by the water trails. Every step landed on an exceptionally narrow safe spot; the slightest deviation would trigger an ambush. Fragments constantly flaked from the stone beams overhead, while mist obscured their vision. They could only use Mo Feng's water marks to judge the way ahead.
Another wave of concealed bolts shot from holes in the walls. Bai Zhi no longer met them head-on. Instead, she borrowed their force to spring upward, lightly touching a flying arrow shaft with her toe. Her body swept up like flowing clouds, evading the dense rain of arrows. She did not pause upon landing, instead charging three steps forward and planting her foot precisely on the final safe brick.
"There's something strange at the end of the passage." Mo Feng opened his eyes and stared ahead. "The airflow is wrong."
Bai Zhi raised her eyes. A faint, ghostly blue