The Little Cyan Snake shrank its head back.
After finally entering the underground palace, it was not the least bit happy. Instead, it always felt a pair of eyes in the dark watching it, making it shiver.
Upon hearing Jiang Feng's command, it hesitated for a moment, flickered its body, quickly slammed open the door, and then swiftly darted back.
Jiang Feng directed both his spiritual sense and gaze toward that room.
When the door was locked, he found that although his spiritual sense could cover the entire house, he couldn't see inside.
Now, the door was open.
Jiang Feng saw a person sitting inside.
A pair of empty, profound eyes were staring at the door. It looked like a withered old man, quietly sitting on a bamboo chair with a sword resting across his legs.
A long sword without a scabbard, covered in rust.
"This is..."
Jiang Feng felt extraordinarily surprised.
