Their room had been completely ransacked. Both His and Mike’s suitcases had been tossed about, their contents scattered across the floor. The Feng Shui compass, wrapped in silk, had been in his own suitcase. And it was missing.
The small box in Mike’s bag that held some of the local currency, as well as emergency U.S. dollars, sat on the ground. He quickly opened it.
Mr. Mai was suddenly very nervous, and blurted out to Mike, "They didn’t take the money, or anything else… Just the compass is missing…”
Although Mike is not was not well learned in the art of Feng Shui, he knew that the compass was a treasure of the Mai family. It was said that it had been passed down from the first generation of ancestors who engaged in Feng Shui metaphysics in the Mai family until today.
Regardless of its monetary value, the meaning of this inheritance alone was immeasurable. More importantly, because of the continuous blessing of the ancestors of the past dynasties, the feng shui compass could even be regarded as a magical instrument.
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