Inside the room.
Jiang Ning had just entered his room when he saw the wooden chest on the table at a glance.
A copper lock hung conspicuously on the chest.
He came to the table, reached out, and grabbed the copper lock on the wooden chest. With only a forceful tug, he twisted the copper lock right off.
Only then did he see the key placed to the side.
He could not help giving an embarrassed smile as he looked at the copper lock he had twisted off in his hand.
The incomparably sturdy copper lock had been like a rotten, withered branch in his hand just now, snapping with the slightest force, unable to bring him any obstruction at all.
"In just two short years, I've grown to this point. Life really is wondrous beyond measure!"
Looking at the brass lock twisted apart in his hand, he felt somewhat moved for a moment.
Two years ago, he had still been an ordinary person on that azure planet.
Who could have imagined it?
In only two years, his fate had overturned heaven and earth, walking onto a trajectory he had never foreseen.
Thoughts flashed through his mind.
He clenched his palm, then exerted force.
When he opened his hand, the brass lock that had just been twisted apart had already become an irregular sphere.
On the surface of the sphere, faint traces of lines could still be seen.
They were the remnants of the lines in his palm.
Afterward, he reined in his wandering thoughts, casually placed the brass ball in his hand on the table, then opened the wooden chest.
Spring Beginning.
Seeing these two large characters on the remnant scroll, it was, impressively, the Spring Beginning Artistic Conception he had long since practiced.
He opened the second scroll