บท 852: There's a Kind of Lie Called Hope (3)

Xu Qing nodded.

The old man cast a meaningful glance at Xu Qing before turning and disappearing from the cave.

Xu Qing calmly checked his surroundings and confirmed that there was nothing wrong here. He could also tell that those statues were very ancient. There were no human statues but figures entwined with dragons and serpents, exuding an aura of martial prowess.

Although they were all partially damaged, when looked at as a whole, it seemed that these statues were worshiping. And this place, with its inherent chilliness, resembled more of a tomb.

"Was this place originally a tomb?"

Xu Qing fell into deep thought and found a statue. When he sat down cross-legged, Ling'er crawled out of his collar and also looked around before speaking quietly.

"Brother Xu Qing, this place seems to be related to our Ancient Spirit Race."

Xu Qing's heart stirred as he looked at Ling'er.

Ling'er carefully checked her surroundings and whispered.