"The Mother Wall can replicate spiritual communication characteristics?"
Li Chengfeng found Zhou Xuan's idea quite bold.
"Take me to meet the Mother Wall. Conveniently, she wants to meet me too."
Zhou Xuan instructed Li Chengfeng to lead the way. The two proceeded one after the other, leaving the Suture Cultivation Room and stepping into the corridor, heading toward its far end.
When they reached the corridor's end, an iron door blocked their path.
Li Chengfeng pulled out a key and unlocked the three large padlocks on the iron door, one by one.
Zhou Xuan observed the somewhat rudimentary iron door, its locks even rusted. A strong, ordinary person could probably kick the locks apart in just three or four kicks.
"Old Li, why is the door protecting the Mother Wall less secure than the one guarding the Blood Well?"
"Young Master, this door is purely decorative, not meant to guard against the Mother Wall.
