A sealed chamber surrounded by solid stone walls.It was spacious and bright, large enough to accommodate more than a dozen people living comfortably. The ceiling was high, with rows of lanterns illuminating the entire area.


    “The commotion seems pretty loud. Judging by the echoes, something’s happening. Should we check it out?”


    “Stay put. Our job is to hold this position.”


    The shadows of four figures flickered intermittently under the lantern light.


    These were swordsmen clad in green robes, standing guard over a young girl asleep on an elevated platform resembling an altar. Their stance was more that of attendants than vigilant guardians.


    “Maybe we’re overthinking things. You''re right—meddling unnecessarily would just be defiance of orders.”


    “They’re probably just a bunch of riffraff. Maybe some bandits thinking they can loot a caravan.”


    “They must think they’re the strongest around these mountains, unaware they''ve stumbled into the Infernal Abyss.”


    The conversation among the swordsmen was devoid of urgency, their tones even and steady.


    “I doubt that’s the case. Anyone who’s found the secret refuge of the main branch wouldn’t be mere nobodies…”


    “Isn''t the First Demon Lord still here? The child being here means he wouldn’t have left.”


    “True.”


    Despite their relaxed demeanor, it was understandable. This was a top-secret sanctuary, and their mission was straightforward: protect the young child. This place lay deep within the underground caverns of the estate, a location concealed by layers of thick stone walls. Detecting any signs of life within would be nearly impossible, even for someone with extraordinary senses. Sёar?h the N?vel(F)ire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Even if intruders made it past the estate’s gates, they’d never breach the fortress defenses led by Yeoryeong’s warriors. The meticulous planning of the Daebang Sect was not easily overcome. Finding the entrance alone would take an eternity.


    What’s more, Wi Geuk-sang, one of the sect’s most formidable martial artists, was stationed as the branch head. Even the grandmasters of the Seven Gates of Xi’an would hesitate to cross this threshold.


    “Judging by her appearance, anyone would believe she’s of royal blood,” one of the women in green robes said, glancing sideways at the sleeping girl.


    The woman placed her hand on her sword in a casual, almost prayer-like manner. Her presence exuded a composed authority typical of Daebang Sect warriors—a quiet confidence befitting the strong.


    “Isn’t she the disciple of the Sword Hermit who went mad? Surely, her talents would rival those of Zhongnan’s top inner disciples.”


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