Fang Heng thought for a moment and said, "To the distant visitors, we are the guardians of the mausoleum of Empress Persephone. We mean no hostility towards you. The Frostbone Dragon's state is unstable, and we need to conduct an immediate inspection; otherwise, the entire mausoleum will be damaged."
Tan Shuo traced his finger across the stone slab, using necromantic power to etch the text into the surface according to Fang Heng's instructions.
Li Shaoqiang, still uncertain, asked, "Mr. Fang, do you really think this will work?"
"I don't know, we'll have to try!" Fang Heng replied, then scanned the surroundings, his gaze settling on several tattered, corroded white cloths in the corner of the stone chamber.
"And take that with us. Let's go!"
In truth, it was the time constraint that had forced Fang Heng into this decision.
