Mr. Pi's gaze gradually turned sinister, but it lasted only an instant.
His expression soon calmed, as though nothing had happened. He took out the Compass again, moved to the front of the group, and as always, studied the Array Technique to discern their position, used the Compass to set their direction, and proceeded down the corridor.
The corridor was pitch-black and oppressive, with a foul stench assailing their nostrils.
Unknown dangers seemed to lurk in the darkness. The chill was bone-deep, enough to make one's hair stand on end.
Everyone remained on guard, not daring to let down their vigilance in the slightest.
Mr. Pi and the others were experienced veterans, old hands at this sort of thing. Yet precisely because of that, they kept themselves on the highest alert, not daring to be the least bit careless along the way.
Seeing this, Mo Hua's thoughts stirred. Could there really be some extraordinary tomb buried beneath Lone Mountain?
Otherwise, Mr. Pi and his group would never have gone to such elaborate lengths, much less acted as though they were facing a great enemy, treading so carefully.
Mo Hua looked around again and could not help recalling Master Gu's words. He fell silent inwardly.
If there really is a great tomb, then could there truly be corpse-transformed or ghost-transformed "evil things" inside?
This tomb might truly be even more dangerous than he had imagined...
Mo Hua's heart tightened slightly. Without realizing it, he shifted closer to the tomb raiders, thinking, Better dead fellow cultivators than dead poor me. If there really is danger, let these Golden Core Cultivators die first.
Fortunately, the road ahead remained safe for the time being.
After walking for another half an hour, the corridor gradually widened. Its stone walls grew sturdier, taller, and broader. Before