What on earth did I do?
Just as Huai Shi grappled with the Book of Fate, unable to comprehend it, he heard a knock on the art museum's door.
Although the distance was great, the knocking sounded as if it echoed next to his ear.
Only now did he realize that the entire art museum seemed to be within his perception. Every detail and change was vividly before his eyes. With a mere thought, anything stored in the various rooms would appear at his hand, and the main door could easily be opened and locked, like a fortress.
The Old Skeleton had handed over control of the art museum to him before dying. Unfortunately, pretty much everything had been carted away by the stingy Music Association...
All that was left were some bits and pieces of daily necessities and an exchange list.
The list was filled with the dazzling names of musicians, their essential manuscripts, various Border Relic level instruments... and the equally dazzling exchange prices on the back.
