C54 The Tomb of the Han Dynasty's Aristocrat

"Do you smell that? There's a faint scent of gunpowder in the air."

Yuh Wenming inhaled deeply, detecting the gunpowder aroma, but he held his tongue.

He had suspected that Zhang Xinyue was here to apprehend them, yet it never crossed his mind that a grave robber would dare to detonate explosives right under her watch.

As expected