In the spacious underground hall, there stood eight stone walls, each engraved with the pattern of the Eight Divinatory Trigrams. In the center of the hall, the stone walls encased a coffin.
Here? What was Gentleman Lianzhen doing here?
Lu Mingshu stepped in with a sweep of her eyes, she knew this place was just a shell.
After a moment's thought, she controlled her sword into qi, and the sword light struck the coffin.
There was a dull thud as the coffin lid shifted, releasing a heavy, musty scent.
Inside was empty, devoid of anything.
This was expected; Lu Mingshu was not surprised. Just when she thought to search other areas, she suddenly stopped in her tracks.
She turned back to look, only to see that inside the coffin, all four sides were stone, covered with densely etched runes.
A quick glance told her these runes were familiar, and upon closer inspection, weren't they similar to the patterns on that tripod she saw earlier?
