The Blackhead Duck was a bit bewildered.
It had genuinely been driven mad by Daoyan's Emperor Mausoleum. In its many years on the job, it had never seen such an outrageous one.
What kind of layout was this? It had no sophistication at all.
Just a pile of random, messy things stacked together...
Despite studying it for so long, it still couldn't understand it.
Of course, even if it couldn't understand, the Blackhead Duck was still very confident, believing that besides itself, no one could find the true Emperor Mausoleum, or even Daoyan's coffin.
It had never imagined that, after finally struggling its way into this passage, it would see Chen Pingping sitting cross-legged.
"How did you get here?" the Blackhead Duck asked again, showing vigilance.
"I don't know either! I just somehow ended up in this place." Chen Pingping's face was full of confusion. "By the way, have you seen Wuxia?"
"No."
