C90 A Topgrade Spiritual Artifact Descended from the Heavens

"Old Master Qian, wait for me..." A trembling echo accompanied by frantic footsteps reverberated through the dark, deserted corridor.

"Utterly useless..." The slightly overweight middle-aged man leading the way cursed breathlessly, torch in hand, without glancing back. His face, illuminated by the flickering torchlight, was flushed red. With every step, his cheeks jiggled