At dusk, the paper umbrella offered before the True Dragon statue drifted out of the main hall.
The paper umbrella opened on its own and radiated Treasure Light. It hovered above the plaza, spinning round and round as it drew the tiger demon, ready for its trial, into the Paper Umbrella Secret Realm. On the white paper canopy, the Ink Wash Painting gained a fierce striped tiger locked in battle with a sword-wielding immortal, the ink continually staining, shifting, and transforming...
In the study, Bai Yujun sat atop a small cluster of Auspicious Clouds, floating around the stone tablet in leisurely idleness. One moment she knelt, the next she rose. Then inspiration suddenly struck. She sat properly, one leg swinging casually while the other curled up, her right arm propped on her knee as she supported her chin. Her eyes narrowed, half-asleep and half-awake, while her dragon soul calculated within.
Bai Yujun did not care in the slightest about leaking her aura.
Mysterious, ancient dragon-language characters flickered into existence around her before vanishing. The dense golden symbols seemed chaotic, yet were in fact arranged in perfect order.
After days of eating and sleeping, a certain dragon finally decided to attempt restoring the inscription once more.
The Stone Tablet Fragments had been forcibly stuck together with magic. It was covered in cracks and missing pieces, while a great many Golden Text characters had lost their divinity and dimmed. Now, those extinguished characters were being restored by dragon energy, gradually lighting up with gold. Of course, characters often lit up only to go dark again. After endless attempts, they finally regained their divinity, and the dense web of cracks was repaired as it slowly faded away.
When one focused wholeheartedly on calculations, it was easiest to forget the passage of time.
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