The stone steps of Hidden Dragon Pavilion were a muted, ash-gray, each footfall echoing hollowly into the void.
Pi Yanlin kicked aside a shard of jade at his feet and looked up. Hovering at the center of the altar was a jade slip webbed with cracks, casting a cold, dim light through the darkness.
"Is this the place?" He rubbed the back of his neck, the System’s prompt erupting in his ears and making his eardrums tremble.
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