Jiang Han gripped his curved saber and blocked the two of them, his lips pressed tightly together as he stared coldly at him.
As Su Qiao felt around, she answered truthfully, "Because this stone gate was designed to open only once for its entire existence."
"After that one time, even if you used explosives, you might not be able to blast it open. Besides, one blast might bring down this entire tomb."
"How do you know so much?"
Shang Yu was extremely curious.
He was becoming more and more convinced that his student was mysterious and completely different from the person she appeared to be in their usual interactions.
"Also, how do you know how to open this gate? Can it really be opened without blood?"
Su Qiao did not explain further. She only said vaguely, "The Su family passed down a Bamboo Slips from our ancestors. It contains some incantations, and I deciphered part of it."
Everyone was a little bewildered by Su Qiao as well.
If she could really open it, hadn't they wasted all these years waiting and working in vain?
Then what had they been arguing about for so long just now?
Everyone turned to Old Master Su. "Old Master Su, is that true?"
Old Master Su looked suspiciously at Su Qiao, who was feeling around beside the stone gate. After thinking for a moment, he nodded and said:
"The Su family does indeed possess such a Bamboo Slips, but the writing carved on it is very strange. No one can understand it."
He had not known that his granddaughter had actually deciphered part of it, and she had never said a word about it to him.
She had hidden it deeply indeed.
Old Master Su had a feeling.
Perhaps what they considered a pawn was