CLICK. CLACK.
The dagger slid in two inches when, with a sharp DING, it struck something hard. It wouldn't budge another fraction of an inch.
Fang Shuwen paused, glancing back at Miao Feichan.
Miao Feichan looked just as surprised. 'Did we guess wrong?'
'Is the Seven Stars not the key to this door after all?'
Yu Yaoguang seemed to realize something. Just as she was about to speak, Fang Shuwen had already begun gently wiggling the dagger up and down.
Pushing down met resistance, but when he tried pushing up, the tip of the dagger found an open space. He followed the opening and slid it in further.
"So that's how it is."
Fang Shuwen instantly understood. The Seven Stars was shaped like a snake, full of rises and falls. He had to follow its winding curves to insert it completely.
With this realization, he quickly fed the entire dagger into the lock.
Fang Shuwen had Yu Yaoguang and Miao Feichan step back. He then gripped the hilt, applied pressure, and gave it a slight twist.
