Su Ling'er forced herself to calm down.
She knew that the slightest bit of panic right now could cause everything to fall apart.
She gripped the Wooden Sword, which was tainted with ghostly energy. Its cold touch brought her a small measure of peace.
They began to check every corner, trying to see if they could find any more clues.
They overturned rotten tables and chairs and pushed aside dusty curtains. The group of mortals huddled in their midst, squeezed tightly together, not daring to even breathe too loudly.
Finally, it was Su Ling'er herself who discovered something unusual on the floor.
"Here!"
She tapped a bluestone floor tile at her feet with the tip of her sword.
"The flow of Spiritual Qi in this tile... something's wrong!"
The crowd immediately gathered around.
But no matter what Magic the undercover disciples used, the tile wouldn't budge an inch.
"Let me."
