Song Wen counted out ten thousand high-grade spirit stones, packed them into a storage pouch, and handed it to the attendant.
Taking the storage pouch, the attendant became noticeably more enthusiastic and immediately slipped out from behind the counter.
"Senior, please follow this humble one."
As he spoke, the attendant led Song Wen toward a passage on the left side of the main hall.
A stone door stood every ten zhang along both sides of the passage.
Yet all these stone doors were tightly shut, clearly concealing private chambers for guests to conduct confidential discussions.
The attendant led Song Wen straight to a stone door at the very end of the passage.
"Senior Yuan Wu, a Tribulation Transcendence senior wishes to enter the ancient tomb and would like to travel with you seniors. I respectfully ask Senior Yuan Wu to open the door and meet him," the attendant said, bowing respectfully toward the stone door.
"Crack!" The stone door opened at once.
A small private chamber entered Song Wen's view.
Three cultivators were already inside—two men and one woman.
However, the three of them did not seem familiar with one another.
One of the men, a late Tribulation Transcendence cultivator, wore an iron mask that concealed most of his face, leaving only his eyes and mouth exposed.
He was seated at a stone table, drinking tea.
The other man wore no mask. Clad in gray robes, he sat cross-legged with his eyes closed in a corner of the chamber. He was a mid Tribulation Transcendence cultivator.
The woman was likewise at the mid Tribulation Transcendence stage. She wore a cat-head mask, her figure graceful and alluring as she stood quietly in the depths of the chamber.
As the stone door opened, all three turned their gazes toward Song Wen.
"Please