Bear couldn't help but shudder.
CLICK. A metallic sound rang out as Wei Jiangqi slowly turned the lever, opening the large gate. The interior was empty, save for a round metal column standing towards the back, near the center.
Atop the one-and-a-half-meter-tall metal column rested a jet-black crown!
A crown? Bear frowned inwardly. What era is this? What value could such an object possibly have beyond being an artifact, warranting such tight security?
He didn't notice that Wei Jiangqi, gazing at the crown, had an indescribably complex expression in his eyes. It was a mixture of hatred, enmity, fear, gratitude… and even a touch of nostalgia.
While Bear carefully observed the crown, he noticed that its pitch-black surface wasn't smooth but was covered with extremely fine, densely packed "patterns."
Yet, they didn't quite seem to be patterns, as the markings looked very deep.
