Damn! Was this some kind of joke? Qin Li stood frozen in place, utterly dumbfounded. When the gold partitions had descended from the sky, he had felt a powerful aura. The walls seemed to weigh a thousand tons, radiating an unstoppable force.
Qin Li didn't even entertain the thought of testing the walls' sturdiness. Each gold wall had a small, normal-looking door. He walked over and tried one. Sure enough, it was locked. The surface was completely smooth, offering no handle or mechanism to open it.
Qin Li turned, his eyes narrowing. He suddenly noticed something new in the room behind him! He rubbed his eyes, and sure enough, a gold table had appeared in the once-empty space. On the table sat a small porcelain vial. It was square, exquisitely crafted, and adorned with a black-and-white landscape painting. The painting looked like the work of a master. Though rendered on a surface smaller than his palm, it exuded a sense of powerful, ancient majesty that washed over him.
