His eyes suddenly burst forth with a brilliant gleam, like lightning tearing through the night sky, "There seems to be a design here similar to the cobblestone path!"
"I can't see it, but I 'perceived' the problem here inadvertently! Is it something folded into another layer, a corridor perhaps? It must be a corridor, right?"
To truly explore the truth about the corridor, one must wait for abnormal weather to arrive, and the layers of the Teaching Building to start collapsing, conditions that were not yet met.
Since the weather was normal, he could, when the abnormal weather came if the timing was right, try to observe the true situation of the walls from a state where "stepping back meant he could escape back to the classroom."
He fell silent for a moment, then ceased his thoughts in that direction.
It couldn't be helped; this was the only clue, and even a clever wife can't cook without rice.
