Wu Jian's Trial

The level below the first floor appeared to be a simple corridor. That was what Wu Jian first assumed, but his thoughts soon proved wrong when they came upon a room with six different passages. In the center of this room was a statue. While it was cracked with age and missing an arm, the plaque being held by the other arm was in good condition.

There was writing on it.

“Travel further to test thine courage. Only one may enter. Thine life shall be forfeit if thou shouldst break this rule. Prove thyself righteous and courageous,” Wu Jian read out loud. He scratched his head. “This thing is written in a very old dialect. If my clan’s compound didn’t have books written like this, I might not have been able to read it.”

“This is the dialect used several thousand years before the start of the new calender,” Hou Jingshu studied the plaque, then looked at him. “I’m surprised your clan had writings like this.”