The ruins in the mountains are buried under the soil, covered with disordered stones, and tangled tree roots have grown.
Bai Mo sat on the slide bar, expressionless, as thoughts quickly flashed through his mind. Inspirations sparkled like meteors, pondering over the best solution.
Dozens of fox disciples gathered around Bai Mo, rubbing their heads against their master's legs, shoulders, or jumping into his arms to nuzzle his chest.
The cold wind blew, the dry grass bent, and time passed little by little.
The dozens of fox disciples glanced at their still-thinking master and slowly began to feel uneasy.
They murmured in fox language, whispering to each other... This matter seems truly challenging!
The area of the ruins buried under the soil is immense. As far as the eye can see, it's all buried.
Can explosives be used to blast it open?
No.
The copper plates and stone slabs in the soil would be shattered.
Can it be washed away with a large amount of water?
No.
