"I finally understand why Senior Sister dislikes her."
After Guan Shanyue left, Ling Yunpo couldn't help but express his sentiment.
"Hm?" An Zhisu paused for a moment, then shook her head, "Right? I told you, communicating with her is like torture."
"The Riddle Speaker is truly revolting," Ling Yunpo sighed.
No matter how they probed, Guan Shanyue remained inscrutable, only answering, "You'll know when the Sword Tomb opens and you see the ancestor."
If that were the case, why inform us in advance? Is keeping people in suspense considered fun?
"Talking to her ruins a good mood," An Zhisu said, massaging her temples, "Let's go back."
"Okay, Senior Sister."
The two turned around and went back to the guest room to rest. After several days, a maid came to inform them that the Sword Tomb had officially been opened.
Ling Yunpo and An Zhisu followed the leading maid through a mountain belly tunnel and entered a valley.