Curse of Shattering (16)

"Mr. Yun, what do you think?"

"Whatever."

When Ni Huayuan asked, Fu Qian—the team's undisputed main force—raised no objection to Teacher Chang joining them.

After some back and forth, the team had finally been assembled to everyone's satisfaction.

The next moment, Fu Qian said nothing and strode into the fork that disappeared into the unknown, exuding the air of a sword demon.

"Teacher Chang Mo, why do you think there was such a strange statue?"

The female instructor was named Chang Mo. As it turned out, her willingness to come along had eased Fu Qian's burden of keeping up a conversation.

After all, since the instructor had joined the team out of concern for her, Ji Liushuang clearly couldn't leave her standing off to the side. As they walked down the passage, she asked in a quiet voice.

Of course, this didn't slow the team down at all.

Sword training significantly bolstered the body's vitality. Even Ji Liushuang, the lowest-ranked among them, had plenty of stamina, let alone an instructor from the Sword Participation Institute.

As a result, the team made astonishingly good time.

And though the team's undisputed main force, Mr. Yun—the demigod of the sword path—had nothing to do with swordsmanship, his stamina was even more absurd.

"That's difficult to say. Since these are ruins from the Mythological Era, the symbolism behind the various depictions from that time is exceedingly complex."

Chang Mo was clearly very fond of Ji Liushuang. After pondering the question for a while, she answered.

"Back then, even depictions of the same deity could change from one period to another. That wasn't unusual."

"So the statue might have been made later?"

Ji Liushuang clearly hadn't considered that possibility before.

"It's possible, but so much time has passed that it would be difficult to tell