Song Qingshu hesitated. Naturally, he did not want to do anything for these people, but in his capacity as the Water Moon Great Sect Master, he seemed to have no reason to refuse.
Fine. He would scout ahead first, then come back and tell them there was no way through, lest they actually find some treasure if they kept searching.
He told Aman to stay where she was and had the nearby Mongol soldiers protect her, while he swiftly slipped into the stairs before him.
When he had traveled with them earlier, he had needed to exercise some restraint. Now that he was alone, he no longer had to hide anything. With his lightness skill unleashed, he raced up the stairs as swiftly as if flying. Given his cultivation, there were few traps that could truly harm him.
Yet although he was fast, the staircase seemed endless. He had traveled for a long time, but all he saw were the same repeating steps and boundless darkness.
Suddenly, he stopped, for he vaguely heard movement ahead.
Could someone really be lying in ambush here to deal with the Mongol party? The thought flashed through Song Qingshu's mind as he quietly hid in the shadows.
The sounds on the other side drew closer and closer, until he could hear their conversation.
"What the hell is this place?"
"Those bugs just now were too terrifying. At least there aren't any of those bugs here."
"Everyone be careful. There could be danger lurking in the darkness."
Hearing several men and women speaking faintly in the distance, Song Qingshu found the woman's voice somewhat familiar, yet he could not recall who she was. Only when they came closer did he see clearly.
"So it's her!"
The newcomer wore a yellow robe, with an emerald-green