Fang Han stood in a room in Chu Yunshan's main courtyard. His gaze was sharp as lightning as he carefully scanned every inch of the floor, walls, and furnishings.
He tapped his fingertips lightly against the wall, tilting his head to listen to the echo.
Having plundered the wealth of Chu Feng's subordinate factions many times, he was now quite experienced in finding secret rooms.
Before long, his gaze settled on what appeared to be an ordinary landscape screen standing against the east wall.
At the seam where the screen's base met the floor, there were extremely obvious signs of wear.
His eyes lit up slightly. He bent down and slowly slid his fingers into the crack, touching a small, raised mechanism.
With a gentle press—
"CLICK."
With a faint mechanical sound, a square-foot tile behind the screen silently sank and then slid open without a sound.
It revealed a downward staircase, with an entrance just wide enough for one person to pass through.
