C1853 Zun Shouyi Might be Here

Soong Xiangyan suddenly closed his eyes, and after a few moments, opened them again to find everything as usual. He didn’t think much of it and continued using the hairpin to carve into the wall, which now had a groove about half an inch deep. The wall dust fell softly to the ground.

He was exhausted.

The jade hairpin slipped from his hand, and he lay on the floor, gasping for air