In the distance, a group of teenagers were watching, their hearts unable to calm down. What they saw was quite eerie. Were those real people and scenes, or an illusion, or remnants of past events?
They couldn't help but approach, unconsciously moving forward.
"Brother, did you see it?" Xiao Wu asked secretly.
"I saw it." Qin Ming nodded.
Xiao Wu's expression was solemn, saying: "It's really strange; this doesn't seem like a place of Divine Travel, but it's so real. I even smell the fragrance of tea, my mind is clear. If I drink a sip, wouldn't it lead to Enlightenment?"
Qin Ming nodded, saying: "The tea fragrance is indeed very tempting, my mind is also resonating with it. The key is that pile of bamboo slips is even more unusual."
As they got closer, more and more scenes came into view.
