Hering the Fatty's words, the seniors shot him looks of mild irritation, but the seed of doubt was planted.
Next came the southern gate.
Han Yu frowned slightly and whispered again, "Too plain. Repositories are usually designed to protect knowledge, not hide it in undecorated walls. If there's no array script visible, what's even keeping treasures safe?"
Fatty Kui, nodding eagerly, blurted, "Yeah, yeah! That southern one looks like an outhouse. How can it be important if even the ancestors didn't bother carving it properly?"
That earned him a few snickers from Wu Shuan and one of Xuan Qing's companions. The seniors didn't outright dismiss the southern gate, but they shifted uneasily.
Then came the western gate.
It was carved with flowing runes that looped in repeating spirals, faint glimmers of light moving like currents of water through them.
Han Yu's eyes flickered briefly. 'This is the one.'
