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Though he desperately wanted to rush straight to the Dragon Palace to take another look at the golden light on that dharma vessel, or immediately begin restoring the other items in the ceramic urn, Shen Le forced himself to hold back.
He bent over his keyboard, typing and drawing, racking his brains as he recorded every detail of Qin Xianyang Palace stroke by stroke.
The layout of the entire palace city, the lengths of its palace roads, the towers and halls it contained, the heights, widths, and designs of the buildings, the patterns and colors of the railings and bricks...
You never realize how little you know until you need it. Only when he tried to recount the details did he hate how poor his memory was.
Shen Le entered meditation countless times, searched through his memories countless times, and even gripped the dagger and fed it a warm current countless times, hoping the dagger would take pity on him and bring him in for another look—
Sorry, no. In short, Shen Le had been willing to endure being pierced by countless blades again just to stir the dagger's memories, yet he had never succeeded.
As for whether he lacked sufficient spiritual energy, or whether this memory could only be released once, Shen Le simply lacked the knowledge to find an answer...
"So this is Qin Xianyang Palace as you saw it in... uh, the memories of the Madam Xu Dagger?"
Professor Han, Shen Le's academic advisor, stared at him—his cheeks sunken and dark circles practically hanging beneath his eyes. Her tone was half amazement, half disbelief.
She snatched the mouse and dragged it back and forth, zooming in and out on Shen Le's drawings, then moving them around again and again as she examined them.
As she looked,