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It was a yellowed piece of parchment, torn and stained with ink, crumpled in Benson's hands.

Although there was some doubt in the bottom of Liang Jia's heart, he still took it over, "Grandfather, this is?"

As he unfurled it, he saw on the parchment a treasure map. The ink seemed to have been passed down from the last century and was beginning to degenerate. Furthermore