The end of the corridor was covered in white mist, which rolled down from top to bottom, forming a wall of mist, or rather, a door.
Fang Zhou summoned Bi An, then, together with Night Mouse, passed through the black iron gate and entered the corridor.
They had just walked in for a short while when the black iron gate behind them automatically shut with a rumble, immediately plunging the entire corridor into darkness.
"It's fine!"
Night Mouse comforted, "We have the key, we can leave anytime."
Fang Zhou was already prepared, so he wasn't worried about being trapped.
The two carefully walked to the end of the corridor, and no expected traps appeared. They smoothly arrived at the misty white door.
Fang Zhou summoned the Xuanyuan Sword and gently poked it, smoothly penetrating through without any hindrance.
He then took out a guard's corpse from the gourd, put it into the white mist, and took it out again, seeing nothing unusual.
