Riverdale Museum, the final exhibition hall area.
Inside the sculpture of the long-bearded elder, Andrew Han could clearly sense a trace of flowing, elusive Graywhite Aura.
A trace!
Andrew Han's face lit up with joy. "A trace of Graywhite Aura!" This was a surprising turn—light breaking through the clouds after darkness.
It felt as if luck had descended from the heavens, leaving Andrew Han a bit dazed.
Ecstatic! Excited!
He had been ready to leave disappointed, yet in this final area, he managed to obtain Graywhite Aura!
"These sculptures must be at least a hundred years old. They're sturdy and not easily damaged, which is why they're displayed without glass cases." Andrew Han thought excitedly as he glanced around.
There were a few sculptures protected by glass cases.
But the vast majority of sculptures could be touched freely.
He barely managed to suppress his excitement, casually looking around... The couple who had been ahead of him were taking photos.
"Is it done?"
"Adjust a little, raise your arm just a bit more." The boy watched his girlfriend carefully, signaling her to adjust her pose before taking the photo.
Click!
The crisp sound of the shutter echoed.
Andrew Han gradually calmed himself, strolling through the sculpture gallery. To appear natural, he occasionally touched a sculpture or took a selfie with his phone.
No one would ever suspect.
This delicate-faced young man looked like he was simply touring the museum, but in reality, he was absorbing the mysterious power within the sculptures, integrating it into his body, and enhancing his physical abilities in every way!
......
The first trace... the third trace... the fifth trace... the seventh trace!