Chen Yan's thoughts stirred. It seems the people Heavenly Mystery Pavilion summoned, along with the various factions that obtained "keys" through auctions or other channels, have all arrived one after another.
Clearly, there was more than one secret chamber beneath the Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion. The underground area had been divided into numerous sections to accommodate and separate people from different factions; otherwise, it could never have held so many high-ranking martial artists.
At the same time, voices discussing them without any attempt at concealment—in fact, some deliberately so—filtered faintly through the poorly soundproofed walls and passageways, like the soft chirping of insects.
"That woman Meng Ran brought more people."
"I heard she found two unaffiliated Heavenly Humans? Tsk. She's just grasping at straws."
"Even someone like the previous Pavilion Master perished in there. What good could two rootless, unaffiliated Heavenly Humans possibly do? They're probably just going to be sent in as fodder..."
Some voices were cutting, others mocking or indifferent.
Though Chen Yan was in a secret chamber, his keen senses still picked up bits and pieces.
Just then, steady footsteps drew closer, heading toward the chamber they were in.
"Creak—"
The secret chamber's heavy iron door swung open, and more than a dozen figures filed inside. Their auras were tightly controlled, and they moved in unison, clearly well trained.
Two people led the group.
On the left was a woman who looked to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight. She had short black hair cut to her ears and unremarkable features and build. The only striking thing about her was her pair of sharp, eagle-like eyes.
She wore a dark, close-fitting outfit suited for action, with a uniquely designed long spear resting across her knees. Its shaft gleamed with a cold metallic sheen.
On the right stood a