Long Yan reached out and tugged the ladder twice; it was fairly solid, but a foul stench kept wafting up from below. This made Long Yan suspicious that the monks had perhaps built the latrine Underground. Of course, even though Long Yan grumbled, he still had to go down. Long Yan carefully descended the ladder step by step.
The ladder wasn't very long, and in just a short while, Long Yan felt his feet touch solid ground. The area below was exceptionally damp, with water droplets constantly falling. Long Yan carefully protected the Torch in his hand, ensuring that no water dripped onto it.
Long Yan wasn't sure how much time had passed. He hoped that the Seal crafted by the Old Madman would last just seven days; otherwise, Long Yan feared he wouldn't even know how he died.
