C195 Mausoleum Mechanism

"I'm here."

As Kong Qing and Yuan Yuanxiang scanned their surroundings, an aged voice emerged from a small door to their right.

Kong Qing hastened to the door and gently pushed it open.

The room was modest in size, devoid of any significant lighting, save for the glow from a small stove before the seated elder.

A makeshift hearth of stones supported a blackened pot