In the pitch-dark cellar passage, the silhouette of Yu Zhenzhen was outlined.
Duan Yun followed behind.
Visible to the naked eye, compared to the well-organized cellar previously, this passage seemed rather rough and crude.
Some sections of the road were irregular, uneven, and at the narrowest point, Duan Yun could almost only see Yu Zhenzhen's big buttocks.
After a while, the space became a bit more spacious.
Duan Yun could also feel that it was much damper here, and roots could be seen in the soil.
If he guessed correctly, there should be a forest above.
Ahead, the passage had reached its end.
Yu Zhenzhen put down the lantern and sat down.
Duan Yun sat down as well, looked around, and didn't find anything special.
Could there be secrets of the Qiongling Sect here?
Both sitting in this dim and enclosed environment, facing each other, there was still that strange sense of goodwill.
