Since Qiao Qingyu agreed, He Xiuyu took her hand, led by Wu Hong with narrow steps that were just wide enough for two.
Zhang Xuanzi, however, followed leisurely with his hands behind his back.
This formation seemed like being sandwiched from front and back, but it must also be said, it was the most reasonable way to walk.
Of course, that's somewhat redundant to mention.
After all, they were headed to an underground chamber—a place wholly unfamiliar to He Xiuyu and Qiao Qingyu.
But it seemed unlikely that Zhang Xuanzi would pull any tricks here; first, it was dangerous, and second, it was unnecessary.
The staircase didn't lead straight down but turned four corners.
Then they stood on a patch of ground swallowed by darkness.
It was hard to see around, but there were specks that seemed like starlight drifting about, resembling fireflies or maybe stars.
