The two of them opened the gate with sufficient reason and no burden on their conscience.
Unexpectedly, there was a courtyard inside.
It was like a set of Russian nesting dolls, another layer within each one opened.
After all, having been abandoned for a thousand years, it could keep out fierce beasts but not the overgrowth of weeds.
The courtyard before them was overgrown with weeds, leaving them no room to even set foot.
Bai Junjun waved her hand and a path automatically cleared itself through the weedy courtyard, allowing them to pass through with ease.
After opening three consecutive courtyard gates, they finally came to a small courtyard.
The three-layered entry was extremely mysterious, and the map indicated that each courtyard would be heavily guarded.
However, there were no guards now, so they entered as if it were an empty land.
Under this mysterious atmosphere, Bai Junjun grew even more curious about what exactly was stored inside the warehouse.
While Bai Junjun was curious, Li Wenli opened the door to the warehouse.
This time, there were no more doors behind it, and the two of them entered the room successfully.
The warehouse, sealed off by thick walls to keep out dust, had only one entrance, which was the door Bai Junjun opened, with not even a window in existence.
As soon as the door was opened, a burst of cool air surged from the warehouse.
The two waited at the door for quite a while before entering.
However, to their surprise, despite this place being labeled as a storage room, most of what was stored inside were weapons.
All kinds of weaponry could be found, from long swords, short knives, and curved bows to silver spears.
Li Wenli and Bai Junjun exchanged glances, recalling what the City Lord had said—over the past several decades, he had traveled far and wide, trading plenty of beautiful jade and gemstones for valuable items that were all placed in the warehouse.
She had expected fine silk fabrics, but it turned out to be weapons.
Nonetheless, these were indeed to the two’s liking.
Thus, without any hesitation, they both rushed in competing for the quickest pace.
What Bai Junjun needed most was a dagger. The one she had pilfered in Mighty Hall had been lost long ago, and ever since arriving in this place, she had been using a stone awl, whose sharp tip was nearly worn round.
These past few days, seeing Li Wenli’s dagger, which never left his side, truth be told, she was quite envious of it.
So the first thing Bai Junjun did upon entering was to look for a dagger.
She instinctively scanned the walls and indeed saw many sword racks on one of them, lying atop were the very things she had longed for in her dreams.
Bai Junjun hesitated not a moment and charged over.
The daggers on the wall were exquisitely made, each sheath adorned with gold, silver, and jewels, dazzling and overwhelming to the eyes.
Among the many intricately crafted daggers, a shabby, dark little sword caught her attention.
Of course, the reason she took notice of it was mainly because it was ordinary—its unremarkable appearance wouldn’t draw much attention from others.
For her, the more inconspicuous a weapon was, the better it could protect her.
Bai Junjun took it off the wall and immediately felt its icy chill in her hand, which gradually warmed after holding it for a while.
Bai Junjun, feeling this subtle change, couldn’t help but lift the sword to examine it in the light.
And upon closer inspection, she realized it wasn’t just an unremarkable black—the scabbard was actually made of a fine grade of ink jade, with complex constellations charts instead of cracks and pits.
The sword hilt was made of dark iron, and as she slowly drew the sword from the scabbard, a cold gleam burst forth, the blade bitterly cold and razor-sharp, able to sever hair as if it were air.
Bai Junjun, awed by this rare gleam of cold light, only managed to discover tiny characters three inches from the blade’s edge after some time, strains to read them.
As soon as Bai Junjun spoke, the sword trembled lightly as if responding to her words.