"It would be inconvenient for you to wash all of these yourself."
Despite his words, Lana stubbornly carried the dishes to the kitchen and washed every utensil. Only after everything had been cleaned and placed properly did she finally follow Grandpa Chen.
Soon, the two of them arrived upstairs.
Lana found herself standing in front of a single room. There was something strangely quiet about the place, and a faint chill brushed against her skin as Grandpa Chen motioned for her to open the door.
With a hint of anticipation, Lana reached for the handle and pushed it open. The moment the door swung inward, she saw a strange wand floating silently in the air.
Lana's eyes widened slightly. A peculiar sense of familiarity washed over her, so strong that she instinctively stared at the object for several seconds.
'Why does this feel familiar?'
