Inside the dimly lit stone cave, Xu Lin's gaze fell blankly upon the shattered bamboo slips before him, a jolt of secret astonishment surging through his heart.
He pondered to himself just how many long years these bamboo slips must have rested here to become so brittle that a mere gentle touch made them crumble into dust in an instant, just like a weathered sand sculpture.
Fortunately, the iron sheet remained well-preserved without the slightest bit of damage.
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