The Martial Dao World Was About to Change

My Martial Arts Are Not Moral

A waning moon hung high overhead, its bright moonlight soft as cotton. Filtering through the treetops, it cast a pale, pristine glow.

The surroundings were utterly silent. Any sound made here would be magnified without limit.

Looking toward the brightly lit buildings in the distance, a trace of envy appeared in the guard's eyes.

If it had not been his turn to stand watch tonight, he would already have been out drinking and making merry with his brothers.

After yawning, he spotted an elderly man in a long robe approaching step by step from afar and respectfully greeted him, "Elder Kang."

"Mhm." Elder Kang nodded reservedly. "Open the door."

"Yes." The guard took out his key and turned to unlock the door.

This was not his first time standing watch here. Elder Kang came to the warehouse alone every night to spend some time with his beloved raw stones. This was no longer a secret within the Thieves' Gate.

Anyone could only praise Elder Kang for loving those raw stones down to his very bones.

"The usual rules. While I am inside, do not disturb me no matter what happens. Let the sect master and the others make their own decisions. If it is something truly important, wait until this old man comes out."

As he stepped into the warehouse, Elder Kang's figure gradually vanished into the darkness.

He proceeded deeper without pausing, heading straight to a wall and pressing a certain spot on it.

The mechanism turned without making a sound. After Elder Kang entered the hidden passage, the wall automatically returned to normal.

His footsteps were somewhat hurried as Elder Kang continuously quickened his pace, as though he could not wait to reach his destination.

After passing through the long hidden passage,