Su Yuqing sobered up instantly. "There’s a false bottom?"
Mu Feng nodded. He took out a set of precision tools and carefully pried at the edge of the base. With a soft "click," the bottom of the bowl sprang open, revealing a hidden compartment.
Inside lay a piece of gold foil as thin as a cicada's wing, densely inscribed with tiny, fly-head-sized characters.
Chapter 115