As everyone watched, a deep fissure suddenly appeared above the floating lantern illusion.
As the fissure materialized, what was at first a hairline crack gradually widened into a passage large enough for a person to pass through.
The passage was pitch-black, making it impossible to see what lay within.
The Yin Walker, carrying an oil lamp, slowly approached the fissure.
The closer he got to the fissure, the brighter the flame on his lamp burned.
Shen Bai looked back at Zhao Sheng and his soldiers. "Aren't you leaving?" he asked.
He noted that although the soldiers were gathered here, they showed no signs of wanting to leave.
Zhao Sheng shook his head. "We're staying. A thousand men leaving at once would cause a stir. It would be trouble if we were discovered."
Shen Bai rubbed his chin. "From the looks of it, Marquis Fengjiang has already discovered us."
