"No, there's nothing," Li Wenli sighed. "you're right."
Convinced by Bai Junjun, Li Wenli suppressed his curiosity as well.
They were here on official business, not to conduct an archaeological study, so whatever the black ash on the city wall was, it wasn't really important.
Thereafter, Li Wenli gave up on studying the city wall and proceeded inward with everyone else.
The city's main gate had long since decayed, but it had decayed in a very peculiar manner.
Bai Junjun took a special look and observed that the gate was made of a thick Xuan iron, similar to bricks and stones. Unless bombarded by cannon fire, it should have been impossible for it to decay.
Nevertheless, the iron gate had decayed, actually melting into molten iron that flowed along the ground, leaving behind only a bit that still stood in its original place.
The group stepped over the molten iron that had since fused with the ground and continued inward.
