Long Chen's fingers traced the glowing runes on the ancient tablet, his brow furrowed in deep thought. "This makes no sense. The Temporal Palace shouldn't exist in records from the Sacred City era."
Tang Wei's liquid form rippled uneasily. "That tablet was here before I arrived. I never could read it... until now."
Ling Xuan's dagger hand trembled slightly. "Wait—if this place was the Mirror Lake of Sacred City, and this tablet existed back then... how does it contain information about something built after the city's fall?"
A heavy silence fell over the chamber.
Xiong Ba scoffed. "Who cares? We're trapped here anyway!"
"Hmm?" Tang Wei suddenly stiffened. "That woman... she's gone quiet."
The massive chains that had been trembling moments ago now hung still in the abyss. No roars. No struggles. Just... silence.
"Maybe she's resting?" Ling Xuan suggested nervously.
Tang Wei's form rippled slightly. "Maybe…"
