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Liangqiu Xu suddenly sat up and found himself in an unfamiliar space.

Three mottled walls, and an empty bookshelf.

There were no doors or windows.

An antique dark-red table and chairs stood in the middle, along with a glass lamp.

The lamplight was dim and yellow.

Liangqiu Xu sat on the floor without rushing to get up. Frowning, he vigorously rubbed his temples, which throbbed with needle-like pain.

His memories surged back, scene after scene gradually becoming clear. Liangqiu Xu made a simple recap:

—The once-every-half-semester exotic beast hunt.

—Being surrounded by a large number of exotic beasts.

—Escaping for his life, jumping into a deep pool, and losing consciousness.

—Regaining consciousness in an unfamiliar place.

Where was this place?

Why was he here?

A multitude of questions sprang into Liangqiu Xu's mind in an instant. He braced himself with both hands and stood up.

The ground was made of frosted rock. It was not cold to the touch; instead, it had the warm, smooth feel of jade.

Out of habit, Liangqiu Xu assumed a defensive stance, his left arm held across his chest while his right hand drew the dagger strapped to his thigh.

He froze.

The dagger was actually still there?

Holding the dagger, Liangqiu Xu searched the room for half an hour.

The room was sealed. Not only were there no doors or windows, there was not even a vent. Yet after moving around for so long, he did not feel the least bit short of breath.

The dagger was an entry-level alloy short weapon made by the Gongyang Clan, worth over ten thousand star coins. Yet even with all his strength, he could not scrape off the slightest bit of white dust from the walls or chip a single splinter from the wood.

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