The two of them stepped in slowly, their footsteps echoing in the silent space. Meng Li observed the traces left on the stone walls, "....This was his place for practicing swordsmanship."
"Not just sword practice." Wudong lowered his gaze to the ground, where some very fresh, meandering lines were etched on both the floor and the surface of the stone walls, "Look, this must be his work from that night."
Meng Li furrowed his brows as he looked at these traces, which nearly enveloped the entire stone chamber, "What are these?"
"Array patterns."
Indeed, array patterns. Freshly carved, they meandered throughout the entire stone chamber, converging on both sides to a center, ultimately resting on a longsword and a saber.
There was no sign of them being activated, they lay dormant here as if lifeless.
"Worm-like with multiple arcs, this is the array craftsmanship of Kongtong," Wudong squatted down for a closer look, "He moved an array born in Kongtong here."
