The candlelight in the secret chamber flickered unsteadily. Gu Qinghuan had just unfurled a newly restored record of disaster relief when the ink suddenly warped—the characters reading "Holy Monarch Cult secretly hoarded disaster relief grain" seemed crumpled by an invisible hand, about to transform back into "Auspicious omens descended from the heavens."
"Wait!" The moment her fingertip brushed the paper, that line of text abruptly turned into black mist and burrowed into a crack in the wall.
When she looked up, the scrolls all over the walls were rustling. The truths that had just surfaced were melting away at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Chapter 103