This also seemed to be the only exit of the underground palace, a shaft of dim moonlight slanted down from it, landing exactly on the young man who was squatting on the lotus pedestal, ignoring his image.,He looked at it and couldn't shake the feeling that this perfectly round opening was like a well cover — the very well that he had fallen into.,And a white silk cloth wrapped around her forehead in a circle, like a headband, covered a rather sizable wound. It still throbbed with pain at times.。