As it was already late at night, Lu Feng did not make a sound to disturb the Bottle Spirit Sect disciples. He wheeled himself over to the table in the room and drank some sobering tea.
His gaze swept around the room.
Si Kongtong's room was very simple, yet within that simplicity lingered a touch of warmth.
Most of the furniture was made from materials such as Hongyang Wood and Rosewood Peach Wood, all of which contained a considerable aura of Sun Essence and could ward off evil, dispel calamity, and block baleful intent.
Using such wood to make furnishings was fairly common among forces specializing in the Tomb Realm. Lu Feng had heard of it before.
He made his way to a wooden rack. Each little compartment upon it held a different handcrafted ceramic item, with a small wooden plaque beneath every piece detailing its origins.
Through those plaques, Lu Feng learned that the twenty or thirty objects of varying sizes on the rack had all come from Tomb Realms and treasure vaults Si Kongtong had personally experienced.
Some had been led by her father or elders, while others had been explored by herself alone.
Each time she survived a place, she would return and privately mold an imitation of it to place in her room, reminding herself of the dangers she had faced, as well as the oversights and shortcomings she had encountered.
These were her most precious treasures, bearing witness to the experiences of her life.
Yet the compartment belonging to Sword Obsessed Doubtful Tomb held no imitation at all. There was only an exquisite nanmu Brocade Box.
The wooden plaque bore only eight elegant characters.
"Lost to it, fated;" "Gained from it, my fortune."
Lu Feng murmured the words, and for some unknown reason, an indescribable