Mo Hua landed using Water Passing Step, his posture gentle, only his feet felt slightly numb.
After settling down, Mo Hua looked up and saw that the mist at the bottom of the well was not thick, but the blood-red color was even more uniform, slowly flowing at the bottom.
In the midst of the blood mist, it seemed like something was hatching.
A slight tremor went through Mo Hua's heart.
He felt that he was somehow closer to some kind of origin.
"Young Master?"
Gu An and the other two softly inquired.
Once they reached the bottom of the well, breathlessness inexplicably overcame them, their hearts unsettled, thus they all turned to look at Mo Hua.
Mo Hua observed his surroundings for a moment, noticing at the base of the dried-up well was a stone-built corridor leading in all directions, its extent unknown.
Gu An and the others, not being able to see the bloody color, did not know which way to go.
Mo Hua nodded and said, "Follow me."