“I’ll tell you; I’ll tell you..." Lynn trembled.
Then, she came clean without hesitation. "Empress Chang Er is under house arrest. I don't know where she is exactly and Zhang Jue is down there. Zhang Jue is always very cautious. He didn't want to be disturbed during his cultivation and that was why he was in Empress Chang Er’s Lotar Palace. Usually, people would not come in here because this is Empress Chang Er's bed-chamber."
Then, Lynn pointed to a porcelain vase at the back of the hall. "There’s a switch over there."
Boom!
Darryl did not hesitate. He dashed forward and knocked Lynn out with a palm attack. Then, he quickly strode over to the porcelain vase.
Click!
After he twisted the porcelain vase, he heard a loud, crisp sound. A secret door appeared on the wall and behind it was a secret passage that extended downward.
Darryl was excited to discover the secret door. ‘Zhang Jue. Oh, Zhang Jue, you hide so well, yet I found you in the end?’
He went into the secret passage right away! Eventually, he reached the end of the passage and arrived at a magnificent underground secret chamber. The chamber was luxuriously decorated with gold furnishings everywhere. As soon as he got to the other end of the passage, he was greeted by three walls facing a doorway.
Soon, Darryl got to the end of the secret passage and arrived at a magnificent underground secret chamber. He saw that the secret chamber was very luxuriously decorated with golden furnishing everywhere. As soon as he got through the other end of the passage, he was greeted with three walls facing the doorway. There were huge bronze mirrors on each of those three walls.
He saw the mirrors were more than two yards tall. Their designs were simple and elegant, with exquisite patterns. At first glance, they looked like ancient ornaments.
Besides that, a strange spiritual power seemed to be flowing within the bronze mirrors.
Darryl did not pay much attention to the bronze mirrors. Instead, his gaze was locked on the person sitting in the middle of the secret chamber.
It was Zhang Jue.
Zhang Jue sat there meditating, focusing on his breathing and mental state. A layer of white mist was suspended above his head and he must be at a critical period of his cultivation.
Darryl's eyes instantly became blood-red when he spotted Zhang Jue.
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