Oldd Chen leaned out the window, but he still saw nothing. Instead, rain droplets from the outstretched branches of a tree hit his face. Qing Mu stepped into the courtyard with a high-powered telescope. After an exhaustive search, he only managed to spot two crows flapping away into the distance.1

"Are you certain about what you saw?" Old Chen's gaze became unusually intense, resembling the luminous eyes of a cat in the dark. He pulled Wang Xuan inside with an air of anticipation and urgency.0

"There was indeed a faint golden glow, floating amidst the clouds," Wang Xuan asserted, trying the telescope once more. The image remained hazy.0

Qing Mu considered piloting a small aircraft to get a closer look, but Old Chen firmly stopped him. "Don't act rashly. This could be... a secret passage!" Old Chen whispered, nearly trembling with excitement. His agitation was so intense that the wound on his forehead threatened to reopen. Given his prowess, it was evident that whatever Wang Xuan had spotted was of monumental importance. Chen wished he could ascend immediately to decipher the mystery.0

"It could be the Heavenly Herb," Old Chen speculated, drawing parallels with notes he had encountered in ancient manuscripts. 0

Qing Mu felt a jolt of anticipation. Was this the emergence of another secret path?  0

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