Xuan Qing's eyes were grim as she swept her gaze over the chamber again, though it remained as barren as before.
Senior Brother Duan spoke firmly, his voice steady despite the weariness visible in his posture. "Don't lose your composure. If we got in here, then there must be a way out. Arrays like this aren't without flaw. It's just a matter of finding the method."
His tone was calm, but the reassurance was directed as much at himself as at the others.
Fatty Kui swallowed hard, muttering, "Easy for you to say. What if this is meant to be our tomb?"
Han Yu's sharp eyes caught the ripple of unease that spread through the group at that comment.
Even if no one wanted to say it, they had all considered the possibility. This place was an alchemist's repository, not a sect's training ground. Its dangers weren't designed with fairness in mind, they were designed to ensure secrets stayed buried.
