In the dim grotto, two Golden Armored Puppets, directed by Wang Ping's Primordial Spirit Consciousness, stood guard on either side of the corridor's exit. Qingjiang stood obediently before them, her hands forming a Spell. A cyan halo bloomed into existence, lighting up every corner of the cave.
Most of the cave appeared to be naturally formed, with a few man-made areas. For example, where the ground met the corridor, a large clearing had been paved with gravel. The edge of this clearing was a dense web of tree roots. They radiated from an old tree clinging to the wall, snaking across the surrounding walls and floor.
As Wang Ping stepped into the grotto, he sensed a dense Wood Spirit Qi. He felt deeply unsettled, for he was unable to control it; even the vines that had been spreading behind him stopped dead at the corridor's entrance.
