Countless oddly shaped stalactites hung from the cave ceiling, their faint phosphorescence shimmering in the darkness and casting an eerie, otherworldly glow throughout the cave.
Lin Xuan continued deeper into the cave.
Soon, he reached its end.
There, he found a natural cave much smaller than the one before it.
A faint light seeped in through the entrance, accompanied by the howling of mountain winds.
Lin Xuan entered the small cave and found its furnishings extremely simple.
There was a crude stone bed covered with some dry grass. Beside it stood a stone table, upon which lay several fruit pits and a waterskin.
Judging by its appearance, someone clearly lived here.
Lin Xuan walked to the entrance and looked outside.
The cave entrance was extremely well hidden, concealed behind a thick cluster of vines. Unless someone looked closely, they would never spot it.
He pushed aside the vines and stepped out.
Night had already fallen outside.
A bright full moon hung high in the dark blue sky, its cool light spilling like liquid silver over the entire forest.
As it turned out, the entrance lay on another sheer cliff on the far side of Wuliang Mountain.
Standing at the cave entrance, Lin Xuan glanced back at the deep, shadowy passage, then looked down at Jianhu Palace, faintly visible in the moonlight. He couldn't help sighing.
"What an interesting path."
It entered behind a waterfall and emerged from another cliff. One end hidden, the other exposed; one entrance, one exit—truly a mysterious feat.
Lin Xuan looked up at the sky. The moon was overhead, and the night was quiet. He couldn't be bothered to climb down the mountain in the middle of the night, so he turned and went back into the crude cave.
He wasn't in a hurry to practice