"Tch… I thought there'd at least be something shiny," Seeing the trash, Fatty Kui muttered. Disappointment heavy in his tone.
Wu Shuan shook his head, straightening up. "Looks like this room has been stripped bare already. Or maybe it simply didn't survive the years."
Han Yu sighed, sharing in their disappointment. He had been quietly expecting some clue or treasure, maybe even just a single usable talisman or scroll. Instead, there was only ruin.
But Senior Brother Duan, who had remained calm and composed through it all, let out a soft chuckle. "Do not be discouraged. This is often the case with tombs like these."
He stepped up to the altar, kneeling briefly to pick up a jagged piece of metal. He turned it in his hand so they could all see the grooves along its surface.
