In the highland of green mountains, after the three had passed through the flattest stretch of terrain, they stopped before an inconspicuous entrance.
Yu Yanshu stared at the bottomless entrance, then turned to Bai Huang with a questioning look.
"The Qingqiu Mausoleum lies underground?"
Bai Huang nodded heavily: "Although it doesn't quite resemble how I remember it, the scent is unmistakable."
"Scent?"
The peculiar choice of words prompted Yu Yanshu to cast a puzzled glance at Bai Huang. Scratching his head, he hesitated, then awkwardly explained.
"It's not just a smell, but something similar to an aura, though only our clan members can detect it."
"Understood."
Yu Yanshu spoke calmly, which left Bai Huang slightly taken aback. He blinked in surprise and asked.
"Senior Sister, you understood?"
"I merely understand what you mean. I cannot, however, distinguish this entrance from any other caves. But…"
