The corner was desolate and empty, with only a broom leaning forlornly against the wall, seemingly just a pile of ordinary clutter at first glance.
However, as Qin An's gaze swept over, he keenly detected something unusual.
The broom was arranged too neatly, and the green bricks at the base were laid out diagonally.
"If it's merely a pile of clutter, why the deliberate arrangement?" Qin An's eyes flickered slightly as he pondered silently.
Seeing that there was no one around, he quickly stepped forward, his five fingers gripping the handle of the broom.
As soon as this seemingly ordinary broom was lifted, a hair-thin triangular scratch appeared on the green slate, perfectly concealed by the broom.
After a moment's thought, Qin An crouched down and tapped his knuckles on the slate, receiving an echoing hollow sound.
"There is a secret compartment."
Qin An's lips curled up slightly as he mustered strength into his palm and lifted it upwards.
