Sunlight fell obliquely across Zhang Jingyun's cheeks, its gentle warmth failing to mask the gravity etched between his brows.
He stood quietly before the heavy doors, as if sensing the danger lurking deep within.
Taking a deep breath, he raised his palm and pressed it gently against the cold, rough surface. With a slight push from his fingertips, the long-dormant doors emitted a low, creaking sound that echoed through the vast, deep space.
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