Historian?
Jiang Qiao's expression turned somewhat strange.
Your parents... Do they know they're historians? Although he didn't know them, the tomb he'd seen in the Northern Territory back then hadn't looked like the resting place of any respectable scholars.
Besides.
The girl didn't seem to hide the fact that she was searching for her parents.
That was how she explained it to herself.
That was also how she explained it to others.
But judging from the strange figure behind her, and the fact that she seemed to have ties to an evil god, her constant investigations of ruins probably weren't that simple.
"An answer that sounds proper."
"To conceal some improper purpose?"
After roughly confirming the age of the underground palace in the hall.
The group came to the door at the end. It wasn't locked, and it was pushed open easily, revealing a second, much more spacious hall—a rectangular hall.
A red carpet stretched from the floor at the entrance all the way to the far end of the hall.
There was a small platform there.
Three steps rose from the floor to it.
On the platform stood a chair carved with intricate patterns. Its shape resembled a woman opening her arms, as if she wanted to embrace someone.
The light here was brighter.
There were no enormous copper pillars, but the ceiling was covered with Crystal Lamps, hung according to some particular pattern and distribution.
The lamplight was milky white and warm.
It was unlike the usual dim yellow and grim pallor.
But the more it was like this.
The more vigilant everyone became.
Any abnormality in a Supernatural place had to be treated with extreme caution. A place that should have been eerie yet appeared cozy, or a place that should have been cold and gloomy