“We’re buried in the mountain now. It’ll take the people outside a long time to dig their way in.”
Santai spread her hands, an innocent look on her face. “In other words, we’re all in the same boat now.”
Although she couldn’t see what was happening outside, Santai figured the entire tunnel had probably collapsed.
The tunnel was sixty-three kilometers long. Go on, dig your way in.
“Who’s in the same boat as you?” Long Ao snorted coldly, the blood and qi in his body once again beginning to churn out of control.
Seeing this, Chen Guan casually sent some of his healing over.
As his proficiency in Creation Regeneration continued to increase, he was now able to heal people from a distance.
“Tsk. What an inflexible brat.” Santai shook her head, seemingly rather exasperated by his stubbornness.
She stopped paying attention to Long Ao. In a flash, she appeared atop the blue-brick roof.
An Changqing and Long Ao tensed up.
Santai simply sat down on the roof, her long legs swinging gently in the air. Then she fished a lollipop out of her trench-coat pocket, tore off the wrapper, and popped it into her mouth.
“…”
“…”
An Changqing and Long Ao were both dumbfounded.
This was not how things were supposed to go.
One second, they had been mortal enemies fighting to the death. The next, she was sitting there eating candy?
Was this woman really that arrogant?
[Santai: I’m tired from fighting. Time for a mid-battle break and a candy to restore my stamina.]
[The most laid-back person alive. She does bad things without even running away, doesn’t care that the things she stole fell underground, and ranks dead last in the world when it comes to professional ethics.]
[Brother Coffin, take advantage of her eating candy and ambush her!]
The corner of Chen Guan’s eye twitched. He wasn’t about to fall for the comments’ trap. Trying it would mean certain death.
This woman was shady from head to toe.
Her current attitude clearly meant, I just can’t be bothered to play with you anymore.
Anyone who actually believed she was defenseless right now would be an idiot.
“Hey, you with the sword.”
Santai spoke somewhat indistinctly around the lollipop. She pointed at the domed roof. “Isn’t the library at Huaqing Academy supposed to have everything? Do you recognize this thing?”
An Changqing froze, not expecting her to ask him that.
Frowning, he once again carefully examined the structure in the direction Santai was pointing.
Blue tiles, dougong brackets, and a distinctive mortise-and-tenon construction—all of it was steeped in the style of ancient China. Yet he couldn’t tell which dynasty it belonged to.
There was nothing he could do. He only knew what was in his textbooks. When it came to extracurricular knowledge, he was completely helpless.
“I don’t,” An Changqing finally replied, shaking his head honestly. “Buildings of this style have never been recorded in any known historical documents.”
“Oh?” Santai’s eyes lit up even more. “No records? Then does that mean we may have discovered something incredible?”
Her tone was filled with excitement, just like a child preparing to take apart a new toy.
“In any case, our current problem is figuring out how to get out of this godforsaken place.”
Santai spread her hands, the lollipop bobbing up and down in her mouth. “And, of course, figuring out exactly what this thing above our heads is.”
After saying that, she stopped looking at the people below and turned toward the large hole in the domed roof.
A section of collapsed wall had formed a convenient slope leading upward.
“I’m going up to take a look. Do whatever you want.”
Leaving those words behind, she leaped several times and disappeared into the entrance of the dark hall.
Only the three students from Huaqing Academy and several trembling bodyguards remained in the tunnel.
“What do we do?” Long Ao looked at An Changqing, waiting for him to make the decision.
Compared with Santai, a strange colleague who had been fighting them viciously just moments ago, he naturally trusted An Changqing more.
An Changqing was silent for a moment. He glanced at the bottomless chasm, then at the strange blue-tiled roof overhead.
Finally, his gaze fell on Chen Guan.
“Chen Guan, how are you?”
“I’m fine now.”
Chen Guan answered honestly. He also took out a fresh set of clothes and put them on. As for the old ones? He had thrown them away.
“We’re following her.” An Changqing made his decision, his voice leaving no room for argument.
“Following that lunatic?” Long Ao’s eyes widened.
“What else can we do?” An Changqing looked troubled. “Stay here and wait for the people outside to dig through the mountain?”
More importantly, he was genuinely afraid that Santai would cause another major disturbance, triggering a second collapse. If they stayed here, they would simply be waiting to die.
Chen Guan’s Baobao could only teleport short distances. Faced with a distance this great, it had no way to transfer everyone out.
As for having Chen Guan hide them in Baobao’s alternate dimension… An Changqing didn’t even need to ask to know that Chen Guan would refuse.
After all, the coffin was in there. An Changqing was afraid that if he made such a request, Chen Guan would kick him out on the spot.
He pointed overhead. “Whatever’s up there, it’s our only option right now.”
Long Ao opened his mouth, but couldn’t think of anything to say in opposition.
That was true. It was their only way out.
Chen Guan nodded in agreement.
He wanted to find out what this ancient hall buried deep inside the mountain was, too.
Even if An Changqing and the others hadn’t gone, he would have gone himself.
The three of them reached a consensus. An Changqing reassured the few survivors, telling them to hide and wait for rescue.
Then the three of them followed the slope formed by the collapse toward the dark halls above.
The lights in the tunnel had gone out completely. Flames burst from Long Ao’s palm, illuminating the uneven path beneath their feet.
The farther they climbed, the less dust there was in the air. In its place came a scent resembling sandalwood.
After walking several dozen paces, the view suddenly opened up. They arrived at the entrance of a magnificent grand hall.
Smooth bluestone slabs stretched beneath their feet. Looking up, they saw a massive roof dozens of meters high, supported by enormous pillars that would have taken several people to wrap their arms around.
Intricate patterns were carved into those pillars. They looked like birds or beasts, yet resembled none of the known totems in existence.
“This place has to be thousands of years old,” Long Ao murmured as he stared at the scene before him.
Every brick and every pillar exuded a profound sense of history, pressing down on them until it was hard to breathe.
It was difficult to believe that such an ancient structure could have remained so well preserved.
An Changqing said nothing. He warily scanned the surroundings, his sword held across his chest, its tip angled slightly downward as he prepared to respond to any sudden change.
Chen Guan’s attention, meanwhile, was completely drawn to the darkness deep within the hall.
His senses told him that something was there.
“Well, you made it up.”
Santai’s voice came from the side.
She was leaning against one of the enormous stone pillars, watching the three of them at her leisure. The lollipop in her hand was gone, leaving only a bare plastic stick spinning between her fingers.
“Looks like you’re not completely stupid after all.” She smiled.
The moment Long Ao saw her smiling face, his expression darkened.
An Changqing looked at Santai and spoke calmly. “Since you came in first, have you discovered anything?”
He deliberately lowered his stance.
In such a bizarre environment, choosing to clash head-on with an unfathomably powerful opponent was the stupidest thing he could do.
Santai raised an eyebrow, sensing the change in his tone. He straightened up and brushed nonexistent dust from his trench coat. “Of course there is.”
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