This person still had that indifferent expression, and with a gentle lift of his hand, an invisible force wave emanated. The next second, Yang Xiao's eyes seemed to be obstructed by some force, leaving only a persistent lead-gray mist in front of him.
Soon after, the figures of the few people wavered, and once their eyes could open again, they found themselves in a completely unfamiliar place. It felt like they were underground, cold and damp, stepping on moss-growing stone slabs in the cracks.
When the mist completely dispersed, Yang Xiao could clearly see the surroundings. It was a narrow, dilapidated corridor and at the end of it, there was a cell door with wooden bars, like some sort of abandoned underground prison, extremely old.
"Walk forward, don't look back." A hoarse, aged voice came from behind, and Yang Xiao immediately recognized it as Houjisan Shuangjian's voice.
