The Youngest Sword Cultivator in a World of Magic

Chapter 232

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Even Ye Qinglan and Red Beard thought the idea made sense.

It did make sense, but the more they thought about it, the more frightening it became. If there really was a city beneath the Lost Forest, how had it been built, and how long had it lain buried? Worse, if their guess was right, what were those people from the Kabu Continent trying to do?

Ye Qinglan studied the patterns on the bronze plate. He had a vague feeling he had seen them somewhere before, but the memory was too faint to place.

Red Beard looked into the deep pit. "After smashing it up like this, will the Teleportation Array still work?"

Ye Chuqi smiled. "Aren't you curious about what's underneath?" San San had already told her the bronze plate was at least several dozen meters thick. What they could see was only the tip of the iceberg; the four of them could never break it open.

Bone Wolf bared his teeth. "What good is being curious? I already tried. We're not strong enough to break through this bronze plate." It was only bronze, yet it was every bit as hard as solid bluestone.

Ye Qinglan's punch had not left so much as a mark. Bone Wolf had tried too and had nearly been hurt by the force of his own blow.

They could not smash it apart, and they did not even know how large the bronze plate was.

But Red Beard was curious about something else. "We've torn this place up. Where exactly are the Rune Patterns of the Teleportation Array?" He had watched carefully when both Ye Chuqi and Ye Qinglan struck. Apart from dirt and bits of grass, nothing had appeared—aside from those leaping Rune Patterns, of course. That meant the Rune Patterns they had

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