Qin Yiling looked around. The study was quite spacious. There were two bookshelves, a shelf, and a tea set.
There weren't many decorations in the room, but one could tell that they were all high-quality goods. The entire style was simple and elegant, restrained and exquisite, and quite stylish.
Even though they were born into a wealthy family, judging from the decorations in the study, both Old Master Yan and Yan Ze were cultured people. They weren't businessmen who reeked of money in the eyes of the world.
Yan Ze walked to the bookshelf on the right and touched something. Suddenly, the entire bookshelf slowly moved away. Then, Yan Ze fumbled around the corner of the wall. The wall cracked open, revealing a single door.
"Let's go!"
Yan Ze held Qin Yiling's hand and led her into the underground vault.
