His Highness’ Cool Slap In The Face

"Brother Wei." Zhuge Yun looked at Helian Wei Wei anxiously. "Could you please ask Brother Jue to come back? Opening the tomb door isn't an easy task, let me go instead. If I were to go, there is at least a slim chance of survival."

Helian Wei Wei laughed as she said, "Yun, you have to learn to trust your teammates."

Zhuge Yun was rendered speechless, not only did he have trust in him, strictly speaking, he was even afraid of Brother Jue. If not, he would not have asked Brother Wei to persuade him.

"No worries." Helian Wei Wei patted the young man's shoulder. "It's nothing more than opening a door."

Zhuge Yun was about to yell. What do you mean by just a door? This was not their home, it was a graveyard, a millennium-old royal tomb!

Zhuge Yun knew if Brother Wei remained silent, Brother Jue would possibly not return. His face turned pale out of distress as he grabbed the mahogany sword in his hand even tighter.