"Seal everything up and move it onto the Spirit Boat."
Zhang Chen gave the order, then looked toward a Wang Family captive trembling in the corner.
He was a middle-aged man who looked like a steward—the same fellow who had shouted that he wanted to surrender earlier.
To stay alive, he was practically itching to tell them where the Wang Family Ancestral Grave was.
"I have a question for you."
Zhang Chen walked up to the captive and looked down at him. "Where is the Dungeon mentioned in the account books?"
The steward shuddered in terror and hurriedly kowtowed. "B-beneath the Water Prison in the Back Mountain! The entrance is behind the Garden Rockery. There... there they keep the people being prepared for delivery to the Yin Luo Sect..."
"Lead the way."
Zhang Chen wasted no words. He grabbed the man by the collar, and with a flicker of his figure, left the Treasure Vault.
Seeing this, Lin Qingxue hurried after them.
The garden in the Back Mountain had once been an elegant, picturesque place.
At that moment, however, it seemed especially eerie.
Following the steward's directions, Zhang Chen found the entrance leading underground.
The moment he opened the heavy stone door, a foul stench of rot, decay, and blood rushed out to meet them.
"Ugh..."
Several young Zhang Family disciples behind him couldn't help covering their noses and mouths, their stomachs churning.
Lin Qingxue's brows knitted together too, and she instinctively swept her sleeve, casting a Clear Wind Art.
It drove the foul air away from the entrance.
The Dungeon had been built deep beneath the water. It was dark and damp, with sodden moss clinging to the walls and standing water covering the floor.
They could even see nameless insects and rats scurrying away in the corners.
They