The second floor was empty.
And it had been empty for a long time. Lin Feng ran his hand over a shelf and picked up a layer of dust.
Li Yuanhao had left an entire floor empty in the little three-story building that housed his private treasury. Lin Feng had no idea why.
Perhaps Lin Feng would have to ask Li Yuanhao himself. Researching Historian often turned up extraordinary situations.
They defied ordinary logic. After all, it was hard to understand another person's thoughts.
The fanciful notions of those in power were difficult for anyone else to understand, and no one dared ask. All they could do was overthink things themselves.
No matter how clever a subordinate was, or how brilliantly he employed a scheme like the golden knife stratagem, a single "I don't care" from his superior could send it all flowing away like spring waters running east.
Lin Feng had no intention of asking Li Yuanhao, either.
He continued upward. The third floor was dusty too. Whether because of Li Yuanhao's instructions or for some other reason, the first floor had been kept in excellent condition. Clearly, someone tended to it regularly; it was spotless.
But the second floor and the stairs leading up from it were covered in dust. No one had come up here for many years.
Amid the creaking, Lin Feng reached the third floor.
Before he saw what was on this floor, Lin Feng had felt nothing unusual. But when he laid eyes on its contents...
Lin Feng froze.
It was something he had never seen before.
These were the bones of a beast, but they were dull with dust and riddled with insect-eaten gaps. They looked utterly unremarkable.
"These are the Dragon Bone from back then."
Granny Weiming spoke slowly. Lin Feng did