For some reason, Qin Li suddenly felt as if someone, somewhere, was silently watching him. It was a warm feeling, completely devoid of malice. His heart jolted, and when he came back to his senses, the feeling of being watched was gone.
Shaking his head slightly, Qin Li thought that perhaps his experiences over the past few days had been so unbelievable that he was starting to hallucinate. He looked toward the open secret door. Inside was another room, small enough to be taken in at a single glance.
Qin Li stepped into the room. In the middle of the room was a table, and on it sat a rather large wooden box with a letter next to it. Qin Li's brow furrowed slightly. He reached out, picked up the letter, and opened it. The somewhat familiar handwriting leapt from the page, appearing before his eyes once more.
