"Heh, you could say that. But the Great Qian royal family has thrown plenty of obstacles in my way. All that remains between us is unsettled karma!"
Lin Yi moved, taking the lead toward the center of the enormous city.
Jingren paused, then composed himself and followed Lin Yi.
The two soon arrived before the building that resembled a temple, yet did not. Blue-black from top to bottom, it stood over a hundred feet tall, its length and width perfectly regular, like a coffin.
The temple entrance was pitch-black, like a gaping maw from the abyss, waiting for someone to walk into its trap.
Three pictographic characters adorned the entrance plaque, seemingly written in an ancient script. Lin Yi studied it and noticed a faint, hazy radiance enveloping the exterior.
"Yu Wutong activated the restrictions before leaving. I have no way to enter," Monk Jingren said, shaking his head.
"Cheap theatrics."
Crack!
With a casual flick of his finger, the radiance before the hall shattered like a broken mirror. The restrictions offered no resistance, breaking at a touch.
Then Lin Yi stepped inside, his expression unchanged.
Naturally, this was nothing to him.
The temple was pitch-dark and utterly silent, with only a few feeble candle flames glowing.
But both men were martial experts, so this had no effect on them. Monk Jingren looked around and found the place empty, with nothing of value in sight.
He turned to Lin Yi with a puzzled look.
This was one drawback of practicing martial arts: their investigative abilities were far inferior to those of Daoist arts practitioners.
Lin Yi remained composed and exerted a little force through his foot. The floor immediately shattered and collapsed, revealing a massive opening.
The Witch Ghost Way's secret chamber was hidden underground. Lin Yi had no patience