As soon as the secret code was spoken, there was immediate movement inside.
With a light creak, the wooden door opened to reveal a gap just wide enough for a person to squeeze through sideways.
A mixed odor of mildew, dust, and rust hit his face.
The sunlight outside was blocked by the door, making the warehouse extremely dim, with only a few small high windows casting weak pillars of light mixed with dust.
The fish seller quickly slipped inside.
The heavy wooden door closed silently behind him, shutting out all external noise.
The warehouse interior was empty, filled with dust-covered crates and unknown miscellaneous items, casting large shadows.
The air was oppressive and stifling, and at the very back, a vague silhouette could be seen sitting on an overturned barrel.
An icy voice spoke, "Sunk to the bottom?"
"Hmph, thirty thousand troops, flying wooden birds, quite a display. Zhang Xuanling, Lai Jiuling, Qingwei… The Mystical Sect elite have all come out."
