In a remote jungle nestled between Chu City and Whitewater City within the Da Xuan Country, a thin and frail figure was leaning against a thick tree trunk. Both of his legs were spread apart in a relaxed manner. This figure belonged to a thirteen or fourteen-year-old teenager. Aside from his unusually pale face, the boy had fairly common facial features. His clothes were loose-fitting and a bright shining steel sword was carelessly thrown by his side.
The guards instinctively felt a numbness in their bodies and stood rigidly on the spot, unable to move a muscle.
It was then that a figure blurred into existence in front of the guards, shrouded in a faint black mist all over. With a swift motion, the figure snatched a crimson key from the waist of one of the guards.
Next, the figure dashed like the wind and threw open the iron door behind them, vanishing into it with a flicker.
Behind the iron door was a long, narrow stairway leading downwards, and the air was exceptionally murky, as though it hadn't been ventilated in a long time.
However, the figure ignored all of this, darted down the stairs, and after blurring around a corner below, disappeared from sight.
A moment later, from somewhere deeper down the stairway, several cries of alarm were heard, followed by silence.