Inside the Blood Dripping Cave.
Ye Xuan slowly rose and walked straight toward the far end of the stone chamber.
Two enormous stone statues stood there, their faces fierce and their hands gripping weapons.
One of them held a massive battle-axe, its blade pointed skyward. It looked imposing.
"Hey!"
"What are you doing?"
Seeing Ye Xuan staring at the statues, Bi Yao couldn't help asking.
"Could the exit be inside one of them?"
"You guessed right."
Without turning around, Ye Xuan casually rapped twice on the shaft of the giant axe.
Thud, thud.
The sound was dull, as if he were knocking on a solid iron ingot.
Then,
he gripped the axe handle and abruptly pressed down with his wrist.
Creak, creak, creak—
A grating sound rang through the entire stone chamber.
The stone wall, which had fit together seamlessly, slowly slid apart, revealing a pitch-black, seemingly bottomless passage.
The stench of decay washed over them, mingled with the long-missed fragrance of earth.
"That actually worked?"
Bi Yao's eyes widened. Her rosy lips parted slightly, her face full of disbelief.
The Blood Dripping Cave had been Old Man Black Heart's lair eight hundred years ago. Its mechanisms must have been designed with extraordinary ingenuity...
So how did this guy know his way around as if he were in his own home?
Did the Qingyun Sect teach its disciples how to disable demonic sect mechanisms?
"Let's go."
Ye Xuan's expression remained calm, as if he'd done something trivial.
Zhang Xiaofan wasn't surprised at all.
To him, his senior brother was an omnipotent immortal.
If his senior brother said the statues were alive, he'd believe that too—not to mention simply opening a door.
"Senior Brother, wait for me!"
Zhang Xiaofan tucked the Firewood Stick into his belt and hurried after him.
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