He slid the panel open. Inside lay a thin scroll wrapped in black silk. The moment he touched it, a faint surge of cold spiritual energy seeped into his fingers.
He unrolled it thoughtfully and started analyzing its content.
A surprise flashed through his eyes looking at the map inside. Old, as if sketched by ancient strokes. Mountains, rivers, and borders he vaguely recognized. But at the very top, beyond the sect territories, a red mark pulsed faintly.
'A special realm or secret in the Northern region.' Lin Lee thought to himself, then he glanced at the mysterious words written beside it, which he couldn't decipher.
Lin Lee's chest tightened, and his expression became doubtful. "Looks like fate has tossed something big into my hands once again. Probably something ancient, something hidden and mysterious waiting for me.'
He rolled the map, storing it inside his robe.
Just as he turned to leave, a faint ripple spread through the air.
A formation had awakened.
