One generation plants the trees, and another gets the shade;
One generation slips, and another feels the pain.
Ten strong men walked ahead, clearing the path through the danger, while Lu Bei and She Huan followed behind, arriving at the entrance of a violently blasted tunnel on the eastern side. They successively entered the ruins of the pyramid-like structure.
In their jargon, this is called a Thieves Hole.
The route through the ruins was complex, leading in all directions. She Huan relied on her keen sense of smell to follow along and with luminescent pearls lighting the pathway, she managed to keep up with the brawny men in the front.
Until...
The narrow stone path was straight, its sides dimly lit by the glow of the pearls. She Huan lifted her hand to signal a stop, her eyebrows furrowing. "The scent is a bit mixed. Your friend's friend probably ran into a trap. Be careful not to repeat their mistakes."
