The passage ahead was narrow, the surrounding walls slightly damp and icy to the touch. Min Ning felt the stone wall cautiously moving forward, engraving a mark with her dagger.
She hadn't walked for long, perhaps two quarters of an hour, and she had been marking her path along the way to avoid losing track of the way back.
In this passage resembling a cave in the mountains, there weren't many branches. Min Ning could still see the footprints left by Bai Fuzi. After climbing over a slope, she noticed an oddly sunken spot on the ground. Looking at the wall, she saw many carvings, which she recognized as Daoist scriptures, although the script was blurred from water erosion, like something left by Taoists reflecting on their mistakes.
"It really does have something to do with those Taoist priests."
Min Ning murmured to herself, deepening her impression of the Taoists as people who did no good.
