Zhang Yan smiled faintly, gently freeing his hand, and pointed forward, saying, "Lu Daoist, don't worry. I merely wish to take a closer look at the inscriptions on the plaque."
Lu Guo exhaled a breath, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and said, "Take your time, fellow Daoist."
Before the array gate lay a copper token much like the one seen earlier in shape, yet differing in the presence of Spirit Light, with inscriptions appearing as though freshly carved, under the protection of the array.
Zhang Yan fixed his gaze on it, his expression slightly tense, and said solemnly, "The erosion text here is far deeper than what was seen earlier, and I'm afraid it will take time to slowly infer."
Lu Guo sighed and said, "There's not much I can do to help with this. Only trouble fellow Daoist to endure the hardship."
Zhang Yan nodded slightly, sat cross-legged on the ground, and closed his eyes in contemplation.
