Mount Li, outside the mound of the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum.
Somewhere in the sacrificial burial area.
A nimble figure fled swiftly down a dim corridor.
She looked like a young girl, and the Daoist robe she wore did not seem to belong to any sect in the Central Region.
Her black hair was somewhat disheveled, and her expression was quite tense.
The female cultivator clutched a palm-sized, antique bronze mirror.
She reached the end of the corridor, where an ordinary restriction seemed to bar the way, preventing her from proceeding for the moment.
Restrictions like this were very common in the outer burial areas. Even a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator would need only the time it took to drink a cup of tea to break one.
But right now, the female cultivator naturally had no time to break the restriction.
She stopped and looked back, occasionally pricking up her ears to listen closely.
The girl fleeing for her life was none other than Gu Qingqing.
Buzzz!
A sound came from the direction she had come from.
Her eyes widened.
"Oh, mother-!"
Gu Qingqing lamented bitterly and hurriedly hid near the corridor entrance.
She concealed her presence, not daring even to breathe heavily.
Speaking of this whole affair, she did not know whether to consider herself lucky or unlucky.
Originally, she, Sheng Yun, and Fang Cunsheng had agreed to move together.
Any treasure would belong to whoever found it, and anything they discovered together would be split equally.
However, these burial areas were a tangled maze, often filled with mechanisms in the tomb passages.
Sometimes, a moment's inattention would separate them into upper and lower passages or left and right passages, leading to different burial chambers.
Fortunately, they could reunite very soon afterward.
Yet not long ago, during one of these