However, the surface seemed deliberately covered, as if by a piece of flooring.
"Open it."
Tuoba Hu waved his hand.
A few soldiers immediately stepped forward.
They directly removed the slab covering the throne.
The next moment.
A passage came into view.
"Great King."
"This is the sacred vault spoken of by the previous king, containing our tribe's century-long reserves."
"Our tribe has suffered so greatly at the hands of Qin, with heavy losses. But as long as we open this vault and acquire its resources, our tribe can quickly recover." Wu Wu said excitedly.
"Yes."
A hint of excitement appeared in Tuoba Hu's eyes.
Currently, his tribe had been ravaged by Zhao Feng's forces, left with a myriad of wounds,
and without the resources from this vault, the tribe would find it very difficult to recover.
But now the situation was different.
As long as this century-old vault is opened, the resources within could rewrite the tribe's fate and expedite the recovery of its strength.
