Relic.
Second layer of space.
Four elderly men, rarely all gathered around together. Beside the small house, Fourth Grandfather held a turtle shell in his hand, with a few Copper Coins constantly spinning in it.
Below the turtle shell lay some scattered pebbles, which at a glance, appeared as though they had been casually tossed there.
However, in actuality, upon closer inspection, one would find that these scattered pebbles were placed in a very deliberate pattern.
Of course, this pattern was something that the average person would not be able to discern.
This time, even the long-reclusive Great Grandfather had come out, and his gaze was intensely fixed on those scattered pebbles on the ground.
Second Grandfather and Third Grandfather were also there with their arms crossed, not saying a single word.
After a long time, when the Copper Coins landed among the pebbles, Fourth Grandfather slowly closed his eyes.
