Xie Residence, living room.
Aning was staring at an old, hand-drawn map spread out before her. Black Glasses, sitting on the armrest beside her, leaned over to peer at the blurry map as well. There were even a few handwritten notes in the corner, though unfortunately, they were so ancient that the ink had long since faded into illegibility.
"This map is completely useless; we still have to go get the original," Black Glasses said. Zhang Qiling nodded in agreement. Ever since he walked out of the Bronze Gate with Aning, his lost memories had returned, and he had not forgotten a single thing since.
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