Jiang Cheng didn't find any other path, so he could only move through layer after layer of doors, continuing forward. There was simply no other way.
Thus, the group continued walking straight ahead, passing through four doors and traveling a long distance.
Uncle Wang, you must be exhausted. Jiang Cheng noticed Uncle Wang's steps were somewhat unsteady. After all, his age was no longer small, and such strenuous exercise was taxing even for Jiang Cheng, let alone Uncle Wang.
I'm alright, let's keep going. Uncle Wang exhaled slowly and spoke.
Why don't we rest for a bit? We don't know how far we have to walk, and it's already one AM. Jiang Cheng glanced at the time and said.
So they sat on the ground right where they were, the tomb cold and damp. Jiang Cheng felt gusts of cold wind rising from the ground.
