At Chen Lin's question,
Azi replied calmly, "How would you like me to answer, Fellow Daoist Chen?"
"We may be working together now, but the moment our tasks change, our allegiances could change with them. Promises are meaningless. We should hurry and capture the Wanderers."
Chen Lin nodded.
It was only natural that she was unwilling to say more. After all, none of them knew when friends might become enemies. Everyone would hold something back.
He asked no further questions.
They arrived beside the dry well in the Chen Residence's back courtyard.
A slit opened in the small, umbrella-shaped horn atop Azi's head, and a purple ray fell into the well.
Everyone's expression shifted.
Their senses, which had detected nothing before, immediately picked up abnormal energy fluctuations after the purple ray descended. They came from deep at the bottom of the well.
There is always a higher mountain, Chen Lin thought.
Then he flicked a finger. The egg yolk vanished in a flash and returned a moment later, now holding a piece of unknown dark red metal. The fluctuations below immediately became more pronounced.
"What a fine treasure."
Azi voiced her admiration.
Chen Lin felt reassured as well.
Whatever lay below, as long as he could damage it, their safety could be assured.
"Is this the Dueling Arena?"
Guan Shanyue spoke, then a cyan sword light bloomed, slashing down through the dry well with extraordinary "slowness." As though some force had parted it down the middle, the well opened into a passage roughly twenty feet wide.
A door appeared at the very bottom.
It was dark red.
Near the center of its left leaf was a pit slightly larger than a fingertip, severing a faint pattern running across it.
Guan Shanyue stared at the little pit for a while.
Then