Saving the Girl

His body plummeted through the darkness, wind roaring past his ears as he fell faster and faster.

He drove the Tang Dao hard into the stone wall, carving a deep gouge as he descended.

The resistance gradually slowed his fall until he hung suspended in midair.

Mo Xie gripped the hilt tightly to keep himself from falling into the depths below.

Fortunately, the forged Tang Dao was exceptionally well made. Any other blade would have broken at that speed.

He glanced into the abyss beneath his feet but still could not see the bottom.

A ball of flame ignited in his hand and drifted slowly downward, illuminating the surrounding stone walls.

A few seconds later, the flame stopped. It seemed to have reached the bottom.

Using the firelight as a marker, Mo Xie climbed down with both hands and feet, stabbing the Tang Dao into the stone wall to steady himself.

At last, Mo Xie reached the bottom of the deep shaft.

For some reason, the moment his feet touched the ground, he felt an indescribable sense of security.

He dusted off his hands and took a flashlight from his Spatial Ring.

As soon as he switched it on, his surroundings came into view.

Another opening lay ahead. Rather than a cave entrance, it looked more like the entrance to a sewer.

Unlike the shaft he had descended through, this passage seemed to have been built by human hands.

The tunnel was oval-shaped, with a narrow stream of water flowing slowly down its center into the depths.

Mo Xie shone his flashlight into it. The sewer appeared to stretch quite a distance.

After taking a few deep breaths, he stepped inside, holding the flashlight in his left hand and the Tang Dao in his right.

The faint trickle of water