As they strode forward it went narrower and narrower. A few cracks here and there. In some places, the ceiling seemed to be falling apart indicated by the light showering of debris. From time to time, a squeaking noise entered their ears from where the tomb pests were having their discussions.
Hui Niang did not expect Fu Shangqing to assume the moral high ground. Revolted, she spat on him. "Fu Ze, you show ingratitude to a benefactor, now you even want to pour dirty water on them. Sooner or later, you will suffer retribution for your actions."