Duan Rong followed Lu Geng into the cave.
At the entrance of the cave was a tightly closed stone gate, in front of which sat a middle-aged man with a gaunt face.
Lu Geng handed over the documents to him, and Duan Rong also gave him his sect cloud scroll.
After verifying them, the man opened the stone gate.
Lu Geng and Duan Rong stepped inside.
Inside the stone gate was a rather spacious and deep area, roughly oval in shape.
On the stone walls, recesses had been chiseled out, each holding a weapon.
In the corner of the room sat an old man with a crane-like whiskers, smoking a long pipe.
As they entered, the old man merely lifted his eyelids slightly and then continued puffing on his pipe.
Staring at the room full of weapons, Duan Rong's eyes suddenly lit up.
Lu Geng glanced at Duan Rong's expression and laughed, "How is it, junior brother? The weapons here are truly dazzling, with all eighteen types present, and the most numerous are the sabers."
