Next to the candlestick bronze statue, an entrance leading underground opened up.
Chen Ahmao was overjoyed and leaned over, "Does this count as a blind cat running into a dead rat?"
"It does," I replied noncommittally, inwardly astounded.
Chen Ahmao: "Master, let's go down."
"Not so fast, this entrance might not be real," I cautioned Chen Ahmao.
Chen Ahmao, not understanding, asked, "What do you mean... might not be real?"
Then, the sound of footsteps approached.
Tap tap tap.
The person coming took cautious steps, each one held back.
The stride was intermittent, yet the pace was fast.
It seemed to be someone with dark and careful thoughts, yet not very courageous.
I felt a pang of fear, wondering if someone was hiding in the hall and even my Spiritual Eye had not detected them?
Chen Ahmao and I had been completely unrestrained earlier, saying whatever came to mind.
If we were discovered now, a confrontation would surely ensue.
