Slurp, slurp!
Clear footsteps echoed through the dark passage, which meandered downward as if it had no end.
A moment later, Shao Zifeng stopped in his tracks, carefully examining the plants sprouting from the crevices between the stones with the help of the dim firelight.
The rough, uneven stone surface glistened, and the newly budded shoots were curved, with tiny, neatly arranged leaves forming feather-like patterns.
Shao Zifeng turned over a leaf, and the backside reflected a silver glow, unmistakably the national flower of Xilan, the Silver Fern Grass. He lifted his arm, and the flame in his palm surged, spreading the light forward, illuminating the arc-shaped stone walls sparsely covered with Silver Fern Grass, which grew denser further down.
The flame in his hand dwindled, and Shao Zifeng whispered, "Qiuqiu, be on your guard."
"Ying~"
