An Yiqing nodded and handed the parchment scroll to Yin Xilin.
Yin Xilin stared at the scroll for a while, then glanced at the other map on the side with a very child-like seriousness, nodding as if it were the most natural thing.
"This should be the location of the ancient tomb, without a doubt. But if you're planning to go to that tomb, you better prepare yourself mentally. That eerie place is practically a death trap."
Yin Xilin's tone was calm and composed, without the slightest trace of panic, as if the thought of entering the tomb herself didn't scare her at all.
"What kind of death trap are we talking about? Lingling, tell everyone more about it." An Yiqing lightly patted Yin Xilin's head.
Yin Xilin was so unnerved by being called "Lingling" that she felt goosebumps all over her body, yet she didn't object to the nickname. Instead, there was a faint, mischievous smile curling at the corners of her lips.
