"Nothing."
After hearing Xingxiu's question, Hun Changqing shook his head, then shifted his gaze away from her and surveyed their surroundings.
The two of them stood inside a broad, pitch-black passage built from slabs of black rock. Hun Changqing did not recognize the stone; presumably, it was a material from ten thousand years ago. A faint, chilling aura seeped from the rocks, making it clear that they were far from ordinary.
As Hun Changqing examined the passage walls built from these extraordinary-looking rocks, a faint smile appeared on his face. As expected of the cave abode of Saint Qianmu, whose name had thundered across the Central Plains ten thousand years ago. I've barely stepped inside, and I've already gained something.
Hun Changqing secretly made up his mind to dismantle the passage when he left and pack up every last one of these extraordinary rocks to take with him. Then he began looking forward to the treasures awaiting him beyond this passage, inside Saint Qianmu's cave abode. Fiery greed flickered incessantly in his eyes. He was already growing impatient.
Although greed kept rising in Hun Changqing's heart, he still retained his basic reason and had not let the prospect of immense profits go to his head. Not a single expert who became a Dou Sheng was someone to be taken lightly. Who knew whether Saint Qianmu had laid some damned traps inside his own cave abode?
"Let's go."
Hun Changqing spoke calmly to Xingxiu beside him, then gave her a look. She immediately understood his meaning.
Xingxiu knew Hun Changqing wanted her to scout ahead, but she did not hesitate and walked straight into the passage. Once her back was turned to him, however, a cold smile curled her lips. Hun Changqing followed slowly behind her, advancing into the passage.
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