"Fellow Daoist Lin..."
Han Li saw that Fellow Daoist Lin and the others stood motionless, deeply puzzled. What were they thinking, standing there for so long? If there was something in this place that was most captivating,
it would undoubtedly be the sword stuck atop the grave mound.
Ordinary people faced with such a situation would certainly step forward to take the sword. There might be danger, sure, but it couldn't be overly terrifying. Even if the one buried here was formidable during their lifetime, they must have been dead for countless years by now.
Even if they had set up some grand, awe-inspiring methods, after such a long time, even a trace of power remaining surely wouldn't pose too much danger, right?
Lin Fan raised his hand to interrupt Han Li, "Wait..."
Right now, they were waiting.
No need to rush.
