The door of the mansion closed, Mu Qingge stood inside a cave dwelling, surveying the surroundings.
What lay before her was merely a path that extended inward, with walls around her smoothed and glistening with fluorescent light. The ice pillars stretching from the ground to the ceiling—whether they were carved or naturally formed—was a mystery.
"Come here." That elderly voice spoke again.
Mu Qingge listened carefully, the voice seemed to emanate from deep within the cave dwelling.
'From the sound, it doesn't seem to harbor any malice. Yet, who could dwell in this cave for ten thousand years?' With these doubts in her heart, Mu Qingge stepped forward, slowly making her way deeper into the cave dwelling.
Drip!
A droplet from an ice pillar fell onto the corroded ice below, making a light sound.
Mu Qingge turned towards the sound, noticing that the ice corroded by the water droplets now had a groove, like a small bowl.
