The instant that jet-black token was pressed down, a deep rumble suddenly sounded from within the great doors.
Rumble...
Accompanied by that low rumbling, the sturdy doors slowly opened under the eyes of Su Tian and his two companions.
At the sight, Su Tian immediately perked up. His eyes narrowed as he watched the doorway warily, guarding against anything unexpected.
Yet even when the black stone doors, over two meters tall, had opened completely, the mishap Su Tian had anticipated never came.
Su Tian let out a soft breath of relief and hurried into the Ink Pavilion after the old man from the Mo Clan.
"No wonder even Xiao Yan and Yao Lao couldn't detect Qing Lin's presence."
Turning back, Su Tian glanced at the black stone doors, and his eyes flashed. He discovered that the doors seemed to contain a substance capable of blocking soul power.
Su Tian immediately released his soul power from his mind.
Suddenly, he frowned and swept his gaze over the surrounding walls, a look of understanding appearing in his eyes.
Even the Ink Pavilion's walls contained that soul-power-blocking substance, preventing anyone from probing the secrets the Mo Clan had hidden here.
That was precisely why even Yao Lao's formidable soul power could not detect Qing Lin's presence.
Without the Mo Clan old man to guide them, Su Tian and his two companions probably would not have found Qing Lin's exact location even if they had turned the entire Mo Clan upside down.
"That old bastard Mo Cheng certainly was cautious."
Su Tian curled his lip and glanced at the assorted strange objects displayed inside the Ink Pavilion, letting out a cold laugh.
"Heh, judging by how securely this Ink Pavilion was built, you can imagine the staggering wealth the Mo Clan has amassed by