Led by Dongfang Wen, the four of them slowly made their way into the pitch‑black underground passage where you couldn’t even see your own hand.
A Tian took out a tinder stick and respectfully handed it to Dongfang Wen, who was walking in front.
“Cult Master.”
“Mm.”
Dongfang Wen accepted the tinder stick and continued forward, his face utterly calm, as if he were merely walking down an ordinary road. In stark contrast, the three people behind him all wore tense, guarded expressions, nerves strung tight, afraid that something might leap out from the darkness at any moment.
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