In the dark night, beneath a barren surface exuding a strong evil aura, a handful of individuals were slowly progressing through a narrow passage, holding torches or candles in a vast and dark underground palace.
Leading the group, crouching as he walked, was a robust middle-aged man in his forties wearing a black Zhongshan suit. In one hand, he held a torch, in the other, a golden Eight-sided Han Sword. Even while bowing his head and hunching his back as he walked, his eyes filled with energy and his incredibly steady footsteps showed his extraordinary skills.
Following closely behind him was a somewhat youthful-looking young man dressed in a silver-white Western suit, which seemed out of place in the current environment, his face full of undisguisable curiosity and excitement.
