The voice was distant and lingering, like an echo in an empty valley, sounding beside their ears. As the words fell, the killing intent permeating the air vanished without a trace. The man standing in the middle of the three stepped aside. "You two, come with me."
Jiang Shuo and Sun Daoming exchanged a glance, unease churning in their hearts, yet they had no choice but to comply. Following Hua Yi through the door, they found that the house, seemingly ordinary on the outside, contained an enormous space within. Only after passing through several rooms did they reach their destination. Before them stood a room built of brick and stone, its door itself a heavy slab of stone.
"Did that voice really come from here just now?" Jiang Shuo turned and looked at the great distance behind them, secretly impressed by the profound Inner Force of those in the sect. If it were him, let alone transmitting his voice so clearly, he probably would not even have heard the initial commotion.
As Jiang Shuo pondered this, Sun Daoming beside him suddenly gave his arm a light nudge.
Jiang Shuo looked at Sun Daoming and saw him jerk his chin upward. Following the direction he indicated, Jiang Shuo saw the Highland Cold Butterfly perched on the wall above the stone door, and his eyes narrowed.
"Sect Master." Hua Yi bowed slightly toward the tightly shut stone door and called out humbly.
"Come in." A voice came from within.
Hua Yi pressed both hands against the door and pushed with all his strength. Seeing even him struggle so much, Jiang Shuo was secretly startled, wondering just how heavy this stone door was.
The room was sealed on all four sides, without a single window. A ring of oil lamps was set into