The day was just beginning to break, and the sun had barely peeked over the horizon.
Xiao Yang slowly opened his eyes. Something in his peripheral vision caught his attention, and he turned his head toward the nightstand. His pupils contracted.
Sitting on the nightstand was a ring, quaint and textured like an antique, along with an old, weathered book that looked like something from an ancient era. He was certain that when he had entered the room to meditate the previous night, these items had not been there.
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