The sound was like countless pearls falling onto a jade plate, tinkling.
If it was anywhere else, the sound would be crisp and pleasant. However, it was a little terrifying in the abandoned hall of the Emperor's Tomb.
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw that cobblestone-sized beans were rolling down the stone steps in front of the hall with yellow mists surging within.
At a glance, the beans were densely packed and there were at least thousands of them rolling down the stone steps.
"What's this?"
"There seems to be a ghost circling around these beans."
Everyone was on guard.
In midair, Yun Ting frowned slightly and his eyes flickered in deep thought.
As the prince of an Immortal Kingdom he possessed the bloodline of the royal family. Although he was young, he was experienced and knowledgeable.
"Could it be…"
Yun Ting murmured softly.
Piak! Piak!
