Li Qingmu exerted a bit of force with both hands, and moved the stone slab aside. As expected, there was a spiraling stone staircase leading down, and he entered first, followed by the others in single file.
The cave was damp and dark, but fortunately, there were torches on the walls, allowing them to see the path ahead. After descending around forty to fifty steps, they reached the bottom where another long corridor awaited.
However, Li Qingmu did not rush in. If this were indeed the stronghold of the Tianxiahui, there would surely be masters inside, comparable to the Evil Monk Qingyan they encountered before. He could at most hold off one, but couldn't deal with the others.
In that case, the men from Yulong Pavilion might not escape death or injury.
