But now that things had come this far, regret was of no use at all.
Lin Xuan's expression very quickly settled back into calm.
Logically speaking, this place should not have been without treasures. Perhaps they had been concealed by some restriction.
But the time left to him was already running short. Wang Tinglou and the Ancient Demon could barge in at any moment, and Lin Xuan's gaze began to roam across the entire hall.
Suddenly, his brows furrowed, and his attention fell on the very center of the hall.
There was nothing there, yet Lin Xuan saw something slightly unusual about it.
Tian Xiaojian was right beside him, but at this moment, Lin Xuan no longer had time to avoid letting this boy see.
The style of the entire hall was very plain and simple; only on the floor tiles at the center were many exquisite patterns and figures carved in relief. Did this foretell something?
Although it was only a guess, it was definitely worth trying.
As the thought turned through his mind, a streak of sword-light had already shot out from his sleeve, like lightning and a Startling Rainbow, smashing viciously into the center of the hall.
Bang!
Although those floor tiles were hard to an extreme, how could they withstand a blow from a Lihe cultivator? Radiance flashed, and they immediately split into four and shattered into five, turning into a pile of powdery fragments.
A pitch-black underground passage appeared in view.
Lin Xuan could not help being overjoyed.
Tian Xiaojian's face also revealed the same smile.
When mountains ended and rivers ran dry, it seemed there was no road; past dark willows and bright flowers, another village appeared.
The two exchanged a glance, then, as if by prior agreement, swept into the underground passage.
Though