Chapter 322: What Happiness Is There for a Martial Artist?
Im Sobaek arrived at the rear garden and took a deep breath.
“The night air is nice.”
I also breathed in the night air deeply. It was a cool evening, perfect for a walk. We passed through the rear garden and followed a narrow path, as if heading toward the mountain behind.
At this depth, they must have excavated the mountain to create the hollow.
Soon, we reached a dead-end wall covered in vines, and there, Im Sobaek casually lifted the sword at his waist and pushed it into a specific section.
The vine-covered wall shifted and moved aside, revealing a narrow space just wide enough to enter.
As we stepped into the vault, the smell of dust pricked my nose—it was quite dark inside.
Im Sobaek pulled a rope next to the door, and a rectangular stone window opened above, allowing moonlight to creep into the vault. It was my first time seeing even a window made of stone.
In any case, it seemed to have been designed for ventilation.
Im Sobaek, too, seemed to be back in the vault after a long while, as he carefully looked around the floor and surroundings.
The first impression of the Murim Alliance’s secret archive was surprisingly like a miscellaneous goods store.
There were Buddha statues, unidentified sculptures, ancient artworks, musical instruments, and antiques whose purpose was unclear. Even weapons were gathered in one section.