What a pity...
Li Zhiyuan felt a profound regret. The ancestors of the Qi family had chosen this place for seclusion chiefly because of the natural interstitial space here. The proficiency that bunch had reached was such that their notes must be exceedingly precious.
The method to enter the interstitial space was simple: in the nearby periphery, one only needed to deliberately lower the fire of their own three candles to enter automatically.
The latter meant bringing misfortune upon oneself.
The exit was located at the Taiji pattern in the ancestral hall.
The little girl who followed them on the train inadvertently provided the four of them with the prerequisite to enter, and I, who should have been unaffected, got dragged in due to being too deeply entangled with Xue Liangliang and the others... like the steel pipe in Run Sheng's hand.
