Zhang Fulu and Sikong Lan quickly stepped forward. Behind them, the collapsed and damaged stone chamber was slowly restoring at a pace visible to the naked eye.
The cave was made of dark red stone, with a massive pile of Luminous Pearls at the bottom. The only small path inclined at about forty degrees upwards, with lamp stands holding Luminous Pearls installed at intervals.
The stone steps of the path were roughly cut, faint traces of footprints visible, along with some whitish marks after the drying of some kind of mucus.
From the perspective of Information Integration Glasses, the formation time of these marks was concentrated in the past hundred years, some of the oldest even tracing back to... two thousand years ago.
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Noises, running, and copper gong sounds.
The guests residing in the West Wing were awakened, pushing open their doors, only to see the Tu Family's servants pushing a fire truck, carrying water guns and buckets, hurriedly running towards the east.
