"Are you really going over there yourself?"
Across from Shen Le sat the director of the Shanghai Special Affairs Bureau, several capable staff members under the director, and personnel from a certain confidential department, all seated in a long row.
Gu Yulin sat at the end of the long table nearest the door, tapping away at a laptop as he handled the on-site records.
As for this side of the long table, there was only Shen Le—though he could not exactly be called alone. A Makeup Vanity Box sat beside him, shimmering with colorful light.
A scroll lay spread open at the center of the table, with a Compass beside it spinning wildly. The colored light fell upon the scroll, quickly raising a field of light and shadow that intertwined into a world map before condensing into a map of the Americas.
Then, one, two, three—bright white points began to shine upon the map, marking the locations of cities—
A small light-brown wooden boat rocked gently. A half-human-height Porcelain Tower stood tall and imposing. Faint blue-white electric light flowed across the surface of an oil lamp whose sheen had faded into a matte finish—
A Red Wedding Dress, a set of Tang Dynasty armor, a row of Silk Skirts, and two or three Mud Figurines sat peacefully, filling every empty chair on Shen Le's side.
Well, if spiritual artifacts counted as "people," then Shen Le's side did not lack presence in the slightest.
"I really have to go." Shen Le nodded solemnly. "I've already promised someone that I'd restore the chime bells as soon as possible—some components can only be found by me through the resonance between spiritual artifacts. If anyone else goes, they won't be able to complete the task.
"Restoring the chime bells is extremely important for strengthening