Qin Shiyue looked up and surveyed the area. It was an enclosed little courtyard, seemingly uninhabited and untended. A trail of somewhat wet footprints led straight toward a well in the corner.
Qin Shiyue strode over, took a look, and asked, "Ying Fei, your injuries probably won't let you move any further. Stay here for now. I'll go take a look."
With that, he was about to jump down when he turned back to Zhang Xiaohua. "Kid, come with me."
Zhang Xiaohua had no choice but to walk to the well and look down. It was actually a dry well.
Qin Shiyue warned Zhang Xiaohua, "Ren Xiaoyao, don't get any crooked ideas. Your martial arts are not worth mentioning before me. I can cut off your head whenever I please."
Zhang Xiaohua nodded.
Qin Shiyue drew his flexible sword and flipped down into the dry well. Once he had vanished from sight, Zhang Xiaohua jumped down as well. At the bottom was another secret passage, though this one was clearly much broader and far cleaner than the previous passage. Qin Shiyue walked ahead with a fire starter and his flexible sword, while Zhang Xiaohua followed close behind, his divine sense already spread wide and scanning far ahead. Yet this passage was just like the earlier one—not a single mechanism lay within.
After walking for quite a while, Zhang Xiaohua grew impatient. The passage seemed to stretch on without end. Just as he was thinking this, his divine sense suddenly sensed an exit. Looking up, he saw it—a light finally shone ahead.
There was no door blocking this passage's exit. Zhang Xiaohua swept it with his divine sense and found nothing unusual. Qin Shiyue, however, observed the area cautiously for a long time before stepping out. The exit lay beneath a