Mo Hua felt gratified.
Seeing Mo Hua move to step into the pitch-black secret chamber, Sect Master Zhao couldn't help but say, "Young Master Mo, be careful."
"Don't worry."
Mo Hua casually replied, then stepped into the chamber, which was filled with Mr. Witch's powerful aura.
The view was shrouded in darkness, then gradually illuminated by green flames.
A few wolf bones, used as torches, crackled as they burned.
An unpleasant smell floated through the air.
Mo Hua focused his gaze and saw that the chamber was not large, with a formation in the center. The formation was painted with monster patterns of various kinds: eagle, tiger, snake, deer, bull...
In the midst of these complex monster patterns stood an altar.
However, the altar was empty, with nothing on it.
Beneath the altar lay various books, bone scrolls, and wolf parchment covered in densely packed, blood-stained writing.
