This was a very narrow secret passage.
The mottled walls were constructed of dark red bricks, each brick etched with densely packed runes.
Walking in such a narrow passage filled with runes gave one the illusion that the world had vanished.
Yes.
The world seemed to have disappeared, and all the runes on the walls before him formed a flowing sea of magic.
Something unpredictable was hidden in this sea.
Wu Xiaode had never seen these runes before.
But walking here, he gradually felt an ominous sense rising within him.
The Desert Sword in his hand trembled slightly, as if it too was uneasy.
Yet the middle-aged man seemed completely unaware of the problems here.
He walked one step ahead of Wu Xiaode, moving through the long, endless passage, and casually said,
"I spent hundreds of years acquiring this secret passage token, and waited thousands more to encounter a puppet like you."
Wu Xiaode hung his head, saying nothing.
