How could someone have carved a martial arts manual into its walls without being discovered?
The people in the palace were deeply traditional. Burials were never conducted at night, as it was said to invite misfortune.
They were always carried out in broad daylight, with ample light.
Just like now.
If Yue Mingxuan had been able to notice it, how had the laborers who built this place failed to see it?
"Don't think too much about it," Gongsun Xing said at last. "Mingxuan, do you recognize what kind of martial art this is? It looks… strange."
The manual carved into the wall consisted partly of text and partly of illustrations, two small human figures demonstrating each movement and stance, as if to ensure that the viewer could follow clearly.
Yue Mingxuan shook his head.
The martial arts he had encountered all came from Shang Qinghua's instruction.
Any manuals he had studied were also given by him.
