"Chen, Jun, Chen, left a note here?"
Zhang Rongfang read out the small words one by one.
"..." He was speechless.
The top figure of Confucianism back then, did he really come here and leave such meaningless scribbles?
Zhang Rongfang thought for a moment and quickly wiped away all the rust on the door with his hand.
Even though he was severely injured, his skin's hardness was still far superior to ordinary metals.
At this moment, with a casual rub, he wiped away a large area as if it were an eraser.
Soon, he discovered another line of small words in the lower left corner.
'Emperor Kun, left a note here.'
Emperor Kun?
Zhang Rongfang frowned, wasn't that the name of the powerful weapon held by the Imperial Tutor, the world's number one demon soldier?
He continued to search on the door and found no new clues.
But outside the door frame, on the ash-black metal wall, he found new messages.
