Shi Yan lay collapsed on the ice-cold rock ground, looking at his surroundings with the aid of a dim light coming from the cave walls. In his mind there appeared some memory fragments that didn’t belong to him.
This was the memory of another Shi Yan...
That boy was 17 years old, and had the same name as himself. Attracted to antiques, that boy was obsessed with all kinds of historical remains; and because of an ancient map, he strived for half a year and eventually got here with his guards.