Wen Qingye took a step onto the long corridor. CRACK. The wood, weathered by years in this environment, let out a strange sound the moment he stepped on it.
The crisp sound echoed endlessly within the stone cavern. Step by step, Wen Qingye made his way down.
The only sound in the stone cavern was Wen Qingye's footsteps on the wood; there was nothing else.
After about the time it takes an incense stick to burn, Wen Qingye felt he had reached the bottom level. And just as his foot came down for the next step...
WHOOSH!
The surrounding area suddenly burst with light, becoming as bright as day. Everything around him became crystal clear.
The place where Wen Qingye had landed was a semicircular platform. Before him stood a colossal door imprinted with the ancient tiger-stripe pattern of the Qinghuo Clan. Next to the door sat a stone statue.
