As these words were spoken, Zhao Quan and Zhao Xue exchanged puzzled glances, their eyes filled with confusion and incomprehension, clearly unable to grasp the deeper meaning in Qin An's words.
Ye Rou was likewise full of doubts, but at this moment, with her life hanging by a thread, how could she dare act rashly? She could only stand silently, like a cicada in cold weather, bowing her head.
"Zhao Quan, bring the map," Qin An gestured with his hand.
"Yes, Mr. Qin!" Zhao Quan, without hesitation, immediately presented the map with both hands.
Qin An unfolded the yellowed map, scanning it intently for a moment, then suddenly looked up and said, "Every time the Ancient Battlefield erupts, the internal layout invariably changes. Although your father deciphered the myriad mechanisms of the Cangcui Forest, who can guarantee absolute safety?"
