Although both are underground, compared to the remains of the Blind Eye Association that was visited before, the new generation of inheritors clearly lacks some style.
The spiraling stairs descend for a long way, but the entire journey is industrial-themed to the max, with no distinctive decorations, like a seemingly endless long road.
Yet even on such a path, Fu Qian's footsteps remain as if on a pilgrimage, showing not a trace of hesitation throughout.
"Is it them?"
And when the crisp sound of footsteps suddenly halted, Fu Qian turned his head to confirm with Ice.
At the end of the long staircase was a metal door in an entirely consistent style.
Although it looked quite solid, it was not closed at the moment, and through the narrow opening, there stood two figures quietly behind the door.
A man and a woman, both donning robes similar to Ice's.
The man seemed to be in his twenties and was very tall.
