C575 Transfer Point

Deep into the night, the once lively living room had settled into a serene stillness. Moonlight streamed through the window, casting a delicate veil of white across the floor. Lin Ze stood bathed in this lunar glow, his gaze fixed on the silver anchor cradled in his hands.

The anchor, roughly the size of a palm, gleamed with a silvery sheen, its material a blend of silver and steel