"How come there's not a single ray of light?" Kong Lanting, with his sword sheath always at hand, frowned as he looked ahead.
The dim moonlight filtered through the mist, showering down on the ancient craggy stones and the desolate grassland, while some huge irregular cavern entrances lay scattered on the surface, each glimpse revealing an eerie chill.
"This peak is known for its caves used as rooms; the natural intricacies are at the summit, the stone chambers all below," Guan Qianyan said, "And now that everyone has left, of course there's no one."
"If there's no one... what if that thing appears again?" Kong Lanting was still apprehensive, "We need to report to the elders quickly."
"I think... that thing might be there to prevent unauthorized passage," Guan Qianyan had a different idea at that moment, "If the golden seal can go down, how could the elders not be aware? We've come up here without a sound; wouldn't speaking out be like walking into a trap?"