Facing the heavy stone door embedded in the black metal wall, Shang Jianyao silently took a deep breath. He leaned forward and pressed his hands against it.
The three indentations above the stone door lit up one after another as if stars were falling from the sky.
Within the three 'stars,' illusory words tumbled, appeared, and quickly froze. They were: 'Inference Clowning,' 'Corny Person,' 'Hands Immobility.'
Shang Jianyao focused slightly, and the blob of white light representing Inference Clowning suddenly lit up, becoming brighter and brighter.
Almost at the same time, the grayish-white stone door trembled slightly. Amidst cranking sounds, it constantly retreated bit by bit.
In just a few seconds, the grayish-white stone door—which had stumped Shang Jianyao for many days—opened completely.
Shang Jianyao then retracted his hands and inserted them into his pockets. He quietly stood in place and stared at the area behind the stone door.