Readjusting [1]

"Who would've thought that there was actually an inheritance here…" Feng Qing'er muttered to herself as she gazed up at the temple.

"Agreed. Plus, we definitely wouldn't have even noticed this one by ourselves." Qing Tan added.

It had been a total of three months since Damien entered his comatose state, and the deadline for Feng Qing'er and Qing Tan to find an inheritance site had long approached.

Unfortunately, two months wasn't nearly enough time to scour the entire realm from top to bottom. Even after tirelessly searching, neither of them made substantial progress.

"At most, I was able to find the ruins of already claimed inheritances from the previous openings." Feng Qing'er continued in vexation.

It would've been fine if she hadn't found anything at all, but finding ruins and suspected inheritance sites only for them to already be claimed was far worse. She was annoyed to no end.