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Taotie remained silent, scrutinizing the stone bricks under Tom's feet. After a careful observation of these bricks and the ones nearby, his brows knitted into the shape of the Chinese character "川."
He looked up and around, scanning the ceiling and the stone walls from both sides, including the passage ahead. Taotie's brow was almost twisted like a corkscrew.
"Princess Your Highness, the situation doesn't look optimistic," he said, turning to Fang Xiaocao.
"What's the matter? Explain it to me," Fang Xiaocao asked in a grave tone as anxiety creased her face.
Fang Xiaocao was almost frantic.
Previously, when Taotie had been silent, she didn't dare to disturb him, fearing that she might affect his judgment. Now that Taotie had spoken, she was eager to understand everything all at once.
