Squeak, squeak, squeak-
The moment Lian Ziqiong stepped through the stone gate, a golden figure lunged toward her.
The Money Rat stood on its hind legs, waving its front paws wildly in the air, its mung-bean-sized eyes filled with anxiety, as though saying, What took you so long?
Lian Ziqiong ignored it.
Her gaze swept past the golden rat bouncing up and down, quickly scanning the entire chamber.
The chamber was small, an irregular quadrilateral measuring roughly ten square meters.
The walls were rough rock, without any signs of artificial polishing, as though a naturally formed cave had simply been put to use.
An indescribable aura permeated the air.
It was neither mustiness nor the smell of blood, but something deeper and more ancient, as though a tomb that had slumbered for untold years had been opened.
The light was dim, but it was not so dark that she could not see her hand before her face.
Lian Ziqiong's pupils contracted slightly, quickly adjusting to the light.
The Shadow Assassin Sequence granted her night vision far beyond that of ordinary people. Even in low light, she could see everything clearly.
There were no lamps, no torches, and no lighting tools of any kind in the chamber, so where was the light coming from?
Her gaze followed the light to its source, then stopped.
In a corner of the chamber, a piece of metal roughly the size of a fist lay quietly on a stone pedestal.
The metal was a peculiar milky white. It was neither silver nor platinum, nor any metal she recognized.
It did not emit light itself, yet a hazy glow hung over its surface, soft and warm, like sunlight spilling through clouds onto the earth.
Yes, like sunlight.
The thought surfaced unbidden in Lian Ziqiong's mind.
She