The stone wall behind the seat certainly merited a look. Though the other three sides of the hall were uncarved, they were chiseled smooth, yet this side, behind the seat, had a rough surface, almost in its natural state.
Wudong sheathed his sword, placed his hand on it, and closed his eyes for a moment: "Empty."
"Broken Dragon Stone." Sui Zaihua said, "It's the same as where we are."
Wudong turned to look. There were no other entrances or exits in the hall. The damp and cold sensation they had felt when entering came from the huge stone hanging above them but not yet fallen.
Heavy Rock Deep Lake was indeed a prison that most Xuanmen Grandmasters could not break free from.
This Broken Dragon Hall was designed in two sections, the deeper section had already been used, which was the fallen stone wall in front of them.
"Can it be opened?" Sui Zaihua stood by the corpses and looked over.