In the corridor, Wei Xueming rested his hands on the radiator and asked in puzzlement, "Where did you get this scale from?"
Qi Yun pursed his lips, hesitating for a moment in his heart.
If anyone else had asked, he definitely wouldn't reveal the secret about Shambala, but the elderly man in front of him was different.
Qi Yun had great respect for Wei Xueming, not only because he had helped him several times, but also because of his character.
Qi Yun glanced down both ends of the corridor, and only after confirming no one else was around, did he reveal the entire story.
Wei Xueming was so shocked by what he heard that his eyes almost popped out, even more so than when he last saw the Qingnang Book.
"Sham...Shambala!?"
"It actually exists!?"
Qi Yun nodded. "That space is very peculiar, as if it's isolated from the world."
"At the bottom of that lake, there is a city, identical in design to the description of the Shambala Royal City in the Buddhist scriptures."
