Chu Han's words left the Yu siblings speechless. Right—why had they not thought earlier that the golden scales might be connected to the coffins in the tomb? Since it was a Water Tribe tomb, it must have been where the Water Tribe's ancestors were buried.
If the entire Yang Valley of Yin Yang Valley was a graveyard, with such large-scale mausoleums built there and so many rules allowing entry but no exit, then those buried within had to have received lavish burials—the resting places of the most noble figures of each clan.
And among the Water Tribe's ancestors from a thousand years ago, the most honored were naturally the Saintesses of every generation.
So the golden scales left behind after each Saintess's death had not been a coincidence, nor had they simply been meant as mementos. Otherwise, why would every Saintess feel an inexplicable connection to those golden scales?
Even after a thousand years, Yu Rounü, the current Saintess, still followed the strange laws of the Water Tribe.
Perhaps the secret of the Water Tribe's noblest bloodline lay hidden within that tomb!
After standing stunned for several seconds, Yu Yongnan was the first to recover. His eyes lit up as he stared at Chu Han. "Go in again? Chu Han, the two of us..."
"Don't!" Chu Han hurriedly cut him off in horror, waving his hands repeatedly. "I really can't go in a second time. I'm not joking—I'd definitely die!"
Yu Yongnan was troubled, while Yu Rounü's expression beside him turned somewhat subtle.
"How dangerous is it exactly? Tell us first. If there's anything the Yu Clan can help with, we'll certainly do our utmost!" Yu Yongnan pressed unwillingly.
Chu Han rolled his eyes at him. "You've never been to Yang Valley, so you have no idea how dangerous it