"Do you want the object inside?"
Qin Jun broke the silence and asked; as he spoke, he stepped aside to let him through.
Peng Zhitian frowned and looked at the large door before him. The door, cast from bronze, was covered with a thick layer of dust, seemingly untouched for many years.
Unlike Qin Jun, who dabbled in corpse refinement and inclined towards the use of poisons, he could instantly see through the trickery on the bronze door.
But Peng Zhitian didn't care. With a palm strike, he sent the bronze door crashing down from afar, stirring up the dust and startling Qin Jun so much that he retreated, not wanting to be poisoned.
What came into Qin Jun's view was a dimly lit room with a stone platform upon which rested a dust-covered golden compass, propped up by a small jade stand.
This compass bore a strong resemblance to the Wheel of Fate within Qin Jun's body, but its surface was covered with dust, making it seem even more ancient.
