Meng Fuyao smiled and shook her head. "There's no need to be so clear on who saved who," she said as she took big strides, walking past the painting and the crystal formation to arrive at a stone wall. "Behind this door is the passageway of the tomb."
There were strange characters on the door, though it was unknown whether it was written using cinnabar or blood. Meng Fuyao did not even raise her head and directly muttered the translation, "Those who dare to dig my tomb will die without any descendants."
Zhan Beiye was carefully scrutinizing the Gun Tribe's characters that were hard to understand. When he heard that line, he asked dumbfoundedly, "You can decipher the language of the Gun Tribe?"
Meng Fuyao chuckled. "All the tomb owners in the world only know this curse."
Zhan Beiye looked at her and laughed. "I really like how silly and bold you are."
