Gong Shuyin had him come here, is there a connection between these two?
Leaving the main hall, he entered the first bedroom on the left.
The bedroom door had long collapsed.
The door panel lay on the ground, gnawed by termites and riddled with holes.
Stepping over the door panel, Zhang Rongfang lifted his sleeve to cover his nose and mouth and knocked off the cobwebs in the corner.
Inside the room, two wooden beds were placed side by side, and the surface of a brown wardrobe was full of wormholes.
There were two desks in the corner.
Clearly, two people used to live here together.
Walking to the desk, he looked at the few stacked books on top.
Zhang Rongfang reached out and picked up one, gently wiping the thick layer of dust off the surface.
The book's cover revealed its title: "Bright Cultivation Manual."
Opening it up, the pages were covered in mildew stains, the ink had spread to the point where it was unreadable.
