Bai Junjun helplessly glanced at everyone, "Since everyone is back, just follow along."
She ran upstairs as she spoke.
At that moment, Ah Dao, who had stopped in front, glanced at Bai Junjun but ultimately said nothing and silently followed her.
Before long, they had reached the entrance to a domed passageway.
This corridor sloped upwards, and its destination was unknown, but it was thankfully not too dark thanks to the torches lining the passage.
Xiao Chan and the others followed Bai Junjun, but after running for a distance, they suddenly saw a flash of crimson clothing within the corridor.
Xiao Chan was so startled that he almost stumbled and fell.
It took a moment before they could see clearly that the crimson clothes weren’t a phantom of the ancient tomb, but their own young master.
Compared to Xiao Chan’s panic, Bai Junjun was calm as she ran up to Li Wenli and looked at him curiously, "What are you spacing out here for?"
Li Wenli, who was attentively examining a mural, suddenly snapped back to reality. Just as he was about to speak to the mistress who had chased after him, he then saw Ah Dao and others following behind Bai Junjun.
Seeing them, Li Wenli couldn’t help but frown, "You all... didn’t you go out?"
"..." Ah Dao, who had gone out with Xiao Chan and then returned on his own, remained silent.
"..." Xiao Chan and others, who had been sent out by Ah Dao and saw him return, also remained silent.
What else was there for Li Wenli not to understand?
It seemed these folks had all been playing a game of house.
Li Wenli was about to scold them when Bai Junjun spoke up first.
"Since everyone is here, we can’t just ask them to leave again."
Bai Junjun unexpectedly spoke in defense of the Seven-Person Team.
Li Wenli gave a cold look to the bold and reckless group, only saying they would be punished later, and then discussed the matter at hand with Bai Junjun.
"We are now in a burial corridor; it’s inscribed with the life of the tomb owner on both sides, and going further in should lead us to the main tomb."
"Have we finally arrived?" Bai Junjun finally sighed in relief.
After being delayed outside for half the day, she had hoped for a quick resolution so they could go home for dinner; now it was probably already eight or nine in the evening.
Being out for so long, she wondered if the family was worried.
"Whose grave is this?" Bai Junjun looked at the abstract paintings and asked, while Xiao Chan and others held their breath waiting for the answer.
"The King of the Eastern Land from a thousand years ago, Zhongshan Mountain Overlord."
As soon as Li Wenli finished speaking, everyone gasped in shock.
This was a legendary figure of great significance.
More than a thousand years ago, even Baiju Country hadn’t been established, and at that time, this continent was divided into the four great overlords of the northeast, southwest, and northwest; the Zhongshan Mountain Overlord was the King of the Eastern Land.
It was said that the Zhongshan Mountain Overlord was obsessed with the art of cultivation and later achieved a feathered ascension to immortality, becoming a prominent overseer of civilian wealth in the Thirty-Three Heavens.
Many ordinary people worshiped the East Patrol Celestial Venerable, treating him as the God of Wealth.
They never thought they would one day come to the tomb of someone who had turned into the God of Wealth.
No wonder this place was called the Home of the Immortals!
Xiao Chan and the others exchanged uneasy glances.
"This... This Zhongshan Mountain Overlord won’t blame us, right?"
After all, disturbing an immortal’s sleep wasn’t exactly good.
But before Li Wenli could respond, Ah Dao chimed in from behind a few kids, "If he truly achieved a feathered ascension, he wouldn’t have a tomb, haven’t you figured that out yet?"
Bai Junjun looked at Ah Dao with newfound respect, a rare case of an ancient not being superstitious.
She couldn’t help joining in the casual conversation, "Having a tomb doesn’t prove one isn’t an immortal though, maybe this is just a cenotaph set up by his descendants."
Xiao Chan, who had just calmed down a bit, was disturbed all over again.
"Then... do we still go in?"