Jiangli moved urgently.
It stopped Bu Er, but kept patting Yang Qing's arm.
Clearly, it wanted Yang Qing to uncover the secret of that mound.
Yang Qing took the sword Bu Er handed him and carefully pried away the top layer of soil.
It all happened in a flash.
The instant Yang Qing opened the mound, a faint wisp of smoke drifted out in every direction, quickly vanishing into the air.
Yang Qing retreated the moment he opened the mound, as did Bu Er and the others.
But for some reason, after taking a few steps back, they discovered that the scenery before them had changed completely.
The towering trees around them were gone. All that remained was a stone wall so cold it sent a shudder through their hearts.
Bu Er shielded Yang Qing behind him and stared coldly at the stone wall for a while before saying, "Young Master, Jiangli has really led us into a pit this time."
Who would have thought that even Jiangli could stumble like a horse losing its footing?
With that, Bu Er turned his gaze toward Jiangli.
The creature covered its eyes with its two front legs, as though repenting.
It had never meant to lead them into a trap, but the situation was rather difficult to explain.
Yang Qing had noticed it too. Stone walls surrounded them.
A film of moisture seeped over the walls, giving off a faint briny odor.
It smelled like seawater, yet not quite.
The odor was strange. Even the sailors, who spent their years dealing with all kinds of sea creatures, found it unpleasant.
Mu Feng, who had been bringing up the rear all along, suddenly changed expression. He strode forward and tapped two points each on Bu Er and Yang Qing.
After doing so, he