When Lu Chen clicked the "Extract" button on the mysterious file, he expected a corrupted game mod. He didn’t expect the floor of his apartment to dissolve into a cobblestone path. He stood now at the mouth of Lishi Jie —History Street.
The air in the narrow alley didn’t smell like the smog of the 21st century; it smelled of scorched sandalwood and damp earth. huidaolishijei.rar
To his left, a tea house buzzed with the gossip of fallen dynasties. To his right, a blacksmith hammered out blades that were destined to be unearthed by archaeologists a thousand years in his future. The sky above wasn't blue, but the color of aged parchment, swirling with the ink-strokes of events yet to be written. When Lu Chen clicked the "Extract" button on