After that, a rumbling sound entered his ears, and the stone wall split open to both sides.
A stone chamber the size of a peck came into view.
Aside from an offering table, the stone chamber was empty everywhere, with nothing else inside.
Lin Xuan swept his gaze over the offering table and discovered a lone wooden box sitting atop it.
It was no more than half a foot long, its color worn and shabby, and it looked extremely old.
"A little familiar."
A trace of doubt flashed through Lin Xuan's eyes, but he showed no sign of surprise. With his self-control, he could already hide his thoughts and expression perfectly.
"Martial Uncle, what's inside this box is the treasure map."
"Mm." Lin Xuan nodded and released his divine sense. After discovering no restrictions or anything amiss, he took two steps forward and picked up the wooden box.
With a light flick of his finger, the lid opened with a "pa," and something resembling beast hide came into view. A map was drawn upon it, but it was clearly incomplete.
"This..."
Lin Xuan's gaze swept over the beast hide, and a sharp gleam suddenly flared in his eyes. His hand could not help trembling slightly.
"Martial Uncle, what's wrong?" The three Ancient Demons looked at one another, and the voice of the Palace-Robed Woman entered his ears.
"Nothing."
Lin Xuan's loss of composure lasted only an instant. Very quickly, he regained his calm, and a touch of desolation appeared on his face. "I was only feeling regret."
"Regret?"
"That's right. Such a treasure map, yet it isn't complete. Otherwise, if we could find the treasures of the Three-Eyed Saint Ancestor..."
"Martial Uncle's words are reasonable, but there's nothing we can do about it."
The expressions of the three Ancient Demons