The Divine Eye for Appreciating Treasures: Starting from Escape from Northern Myanmar

Phoenix, a city where antiquity and modernity interweave, slowly awakens in the dim light of morning light, but Zhou Xiran's mood seems to be shrouded in dark clouds, with no sign of brightness.

She sat in front of the window, tightly holding the letter for help from a distant relative. The handwriting on the letter was a little sloppy due to anxiety, and between the lines revealed an almost desperate desire - the long-lost relative they were looking for had disappeared without a trace, like a stone sinking into the sea.

Recalling the last time they received such a request for help, Zhou Xiran and several of her friends fell into deep self-doubt.

After all, among all the people, their abilities and resources seemed to be closest to the edge of making a person completely disappear into thin air.

However, after careful investigation and self-reflection, they ruled themselves out of suspicion and were convinced that they were not responsible.

Now, as time goes by, the anxiety and uneasiness have not subsided, but have become more and more intense in the hearts of the relatives in China.

They began to spare no effort, vowing to uncover the mystery and find their lost loved ones.

But in this country with a large population and high mobility, finding a person who deliberately hides himself is like looking for a needle in a haystack. The difficulty can be imagined.

Zhou Xiran knew this very well, and her heart was full of contradictions and struggles.

On the one hand, she sympathized with and understood the pain and helplessness of her relatives, and she could also empathize with the fear and despair of losing contact with their loved ones; on the other hand, facing Zhang Fanren's firm denial and the current lack of clues, she didn't know how to start, and she was even more worried that her inquiries would touch the other party's sensitive nerves again, or make the already tense relationship worse.

Zhang Fan has a feud with certain forces in the country. He has said that he didn't do that, so it definitely wasn't him, so it's not appropriate to ask him for help.

There is still a war going on in the north of Phoenix City. The Western coalition forces have received some reinforcements and now want to make a comeback.

This is just a temporary stability, and we don’t know what will happen next.

That person is so busy, how could he possibly help with the search again?

And he even wished that this relative would disappear.

Somewhere south of Phoenix.

Green bamboos sway gently, brooks gurgle, in this tranquil and far-reaching scenery, a maid dressed in gorgeous ancient costume slowly walks into this quiet place.

The visitor was dancing gracefully in a light gauze dress, the hem of her light blue skirt swaying gently with her steps, like a blue lotus blooming in the morning mist, pure and elegant yet with an indescribable charm.

The maid had her hair tied up in a high bun, with a few strands of black hair gently hanging down. Her hair was dotted with tiny pearls and gems, sparkling with a soft and warm luster in the sun, adding a bit of otherworldly temperament.

She had a pretty face, but her brows were locked with an unremovable sadness and complexity.

The maid came here this time not to enjoy the flowers and the scenery, but with a heavy heart, she embarked on this journey to seek reconciliation and help.

She used to be an assassin who was ordered to lurk in the dark, carrying out those chilling tasks with a sharp blade and cold eyes.

However, fate always seemed to like playing absurd jokes. This time, she had to face her former assassination target, Zhang Fanren, and beg for his help in a humble manner.

Every step the maid took seemed extremely heavy, and her heart was like a surging river or sea, with magnificent waves.

Looking back on the past, it is really sad to have come this far as a guardian.

In her heart, she felt both awe for Zhang Fanren's strength and helplessness and sadness for not being able to control her own situation.

As the footsteps got closer, the maid became more and more nervous.

She adjusted her breathing gently, trying to calm the waves in her heart.

She also knew that the success or failure of this trip not only affected her personal destiny, but also the rise and fall and survival of the entire secret realm.

So, she slowly raised her hand and gently adjusted her collar, making sure every detail of herself was flawless, and appeared in front of Zhang Fanren with the most elegant posture.

When the maid finally stood in front of a villa, she took a deep breath, mustered up her courage, and gently knocked on the door.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and all her complicated thoughts were concentrated in this gentle tap.

The door slowly opened, and Zhang Fanren's figure came into view. He still looked calm and composed, but there seemed to be a bit more scrutiny and curiosity in his eyes.

The maid bowed slightly and spoke in the most sincere tone: "Sir, I came here to ask you for a favor. Everything that happened in the past was beyond my control. I hope you can put aside the past grudges and lend me a helping hand."

Tears welled up in her eyes, which were filled with regret for the past and anticipation for the future.

Zhang Fanren was a little surprised. His expression changed slightly and he stared at the maid, as if he wanted to read more stories from her eyes.

The top student said she would come again, and Zhang Fan was a little bit unconvinced. But this time she really came, and her coming was unexpected.

How can top students predict the future so well?

Looking at the person who came, she was a little flustered, not so natural, and looked like she was begging for help.

Not as aggressive as before?

This is strange.

Zhang Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing an imperceptible sharpness. He gently took a sip of the tea in his hand. The fragrance of the tea rose up, inexplicably fitting in with his mood at the moment.

Zhang Fan did not rush to respond to the maid's request, but looked at her quietly in an almost scrutinizing manner.

The maid's humble attitude, her unprecedented sincerity and humility were indeed beyond his expectations, but Zhang Fan knew very well that behind this seemingly simple request, there must be unknown secrets and calculations hidden.

"Close the entrance to the secret realm?" Zhang Fan's voice was calm and steady, as if he was talking about a trivial matter. "Girl, do you know what this secret realm means to the outside world? It is not only a treasure land that countless practitioners dream of, but also a rare spiritual vein in the world. With just one sentence, you want me to give up these endless resources and opportunities. What's the reason?"