Beichuan Si had not yet entered the underground palace, when the damp air surged towards him like waves.
He took a sip from his water bottle and turned his head to look at Magong Yongshi, who materialized and floated mid-air, signaling her to lead the way.
After all, this was a secret place of the Magong Family, and there might be hidden mechanisms inside.
Magong Yongshi seemed to understand Beichuan Si's intention. She maintained her materialized form and descended, her black wooden clogs clinking crisply on the tiled floor.
Seeing her walking down, Beichuan Si followed closely behind, step by step descending.
The two remained silent for a long time without communication. About halfway through, Magong Yongshi suddenly stopped, brilliance flickering in her bright eyes:
"I can feel my memories reviving, Mr. Temple."
"What do you remember?" Beichuan Si asked.