After Wang Zijia had made sure everything was in order, he swiftly began to search the room.
This was a cultivation room—the most likely place to hide something.
He first checked the bookshelves, which held only ordinary books. Many were biographies and miscellaneous records from the cultivation world, some of which could broaden Wang Zijia's knowledge.
He did not deal with them right away, but continued his search.
Fortunately, the room was simply furnished. He swept through it quickly, and finally, in one place, he found a hidden compartment. He thought it was some secret room switch, but inside was a small cloth bag, the size of half a palm, like a small sachet.
"Could this be... a storage bag?"
A look of joy spread across Wang Zijia's face. Even his father had only heard of them, but had never seen one. None of the menial workers on the ground floor of the Wanyu Pavilion had one, at least not openly.
