He wore the ring on his hand, passed through the array gate, was enveloped in a glow of misty light, his figure flickered, and vanished from sight.
"Let's wait, there shouldn't be any problems."
Lu Wangshu and Lu Qingxuan exchanged a glance and said softly.
...
Lu Lingxiao felt as if his body was suddenly heavy, the world seemed to spin around him, and then he found himself in a somewhat desolate and run-down garden.
Ahead was a pavilion shrouded in a hazy spiritual light, beside it a stone stele inscribed with some blurred, twisted script.
This wasn't the current script; it resembled floral and avian talismanic script, very mysterious, and Lu Lingxiao did not recognize it.
Lu Lingxiao's gaze fell on the script, and he felt a stabbing pain in his eyes. He then took out a jade slip, copied the script onto it, planning to seek guidance after returning home.
He continued forward and saw three bronze boxes placed on the stone table in the pavilion.
