This is a dilapidated carriage abandoned in the bushes.
The carriage body is made from some sort of reddish-brown wood, hard in texture and warm in color, with a clear varnish on the surface that makes it appear exceptionally glossy;
The sides of the carriage have hollow circular windows, currently half-open, through which, with the sunlight filtering down through the treetops, you can vaguely see an empty interior;
The roof is slightly curved like a ridge, and the wooden eaves extending to either side are engraved with intricate patterns, but the specific details have been damaged and eroded by some external force, rendering them unrecognizable.
"This is it!"
Hai'an stood on a clearing some distance from the carriage, a hint of excitement in his demeanor.
"This design style, simple yet refined, is exactly the same as that piece of wood!"
He tightly gripped the ink-black token in his hand, as if a step closer to the truth.
Xia Nan stood silently beside him, appearing calm.
