Thinking back to his previous close contact with Huang Dao, Qian Cangyi felt a chill run down his spine. Moreover, the other party hadn't performed any tests yet—simply knowing that he was an actor with time-based skills seemed sufficient. Maybe the actors who could be tested hadn't arrived in Kuanwang City yet, or perhaps there was another reason. Anyway, for now, he still held the initiative.
Qian Cangyi glanced at the door on his left and walked toward it. If Ji Tianzong left this kind of information in the first room, perhaps there would be even more shocking, useful, and direct news further ahead.
The black door creaked open slowly, revealing a narrow room. On both sides of the room were reddish-brown storage cabinets, each containing numerous small compartments. A white note was affixed to each compartment, marked with black symbols—some shaped like tadpoles, while others resembled parallel wavy lines.
