Everyone gathered around, except for Wo Xue, who, despite her curiosity, was mindful that Shang Ruyi was still lying unconscious on the bed. Thus, she could only stand by the bedside, craning her neck to look across the room.
Ashina Zhuxie looked down at the wooden plank, deeply embedded in the ground, with a copper handle on it.
He had never seen this before and said, "What is this?!"
"If I'm not mistaken,"
Wang Shaoqiu slowly bent down, reached out, and touched the copper handle. No one knew how many years this plank and handle had been pressed under the mat; the board looked new, but the handle was already covered in patina, clearly seldom used. Wang Shaoqiu gripped the handle and tried to pull, but the plank didn't budge.
Ashina Zhuxie said, "Let me try."
After speaking, he reached out to grip the copper handle, feeling the heaviness, obviously not from the plank itself. He gritted his teeth and pulled hard upwards—
