As they moved closer, the outline of a large structure appeared behind the vines and trees. What they found was a weathered stone wall, cracked and partially collapsed, enclosing what looked to be the remains of a shrine or temple.
The outer wall stretched in a rough circle, enclosing a wide area within.
Half of it had crumbled into rubble, and thick vines had grown over the stones, merging with the structure in strange harmony. Wildflowers had taken root in the gaps, their delicate petals swaying faintly in the illusionary breeze.
"Be on your guard," Wu Shuan whispered, scanning the surroundings with narrowed eyes. "This kind of place often hides snakes or burrowing beasts."
The others nodded.
They spread out, each releasing a thread of their spiritual sense to probe the area. Minutes passed in silence. Other than the faint hum of natural Qi, they sensed nothing; no beasts, no human presence, not even the faint signature of traps or formations still active.
