Angel raised his hand and lightly tapped the empty air.
A row of fluorescent green letters appeared in midair.
"Big brother, this is..." Moon Dew lifted her head to look at the letters. "Angel... Pat. That's big brother's name!"
After reading his name aloud, Moon Dew looked puzzled. "But why are some parts of the letters bright and others dark?"
In normal writing, every stroke should have had an even, uniform color.
But this line of writing was different. Even within a single stroke, brightness alternated with darkness, as though folds of light and shadow of varying depths had been layered onto a flat canvas.
Angel said, "Because it's three-dimensional."
Moon Dew paused. "Three-dimensional?"
Curious, Moon Dew circled around to the side, then behind it, but no matter how she looked, she could not see what was "three-dimensional" about it.
Angel did not keep her guessing. He smiled and explained, "The letters aren't three-dimensional, but the energy is. Think of it this way: within the same stroke, I put more energy into some parts and less into others."
"Places with more energy shine brighter, while places with less energy are relatively dimmer."
Viewed in terms of energy, this was a three-dimensional structure.
Moon Dew looked thoughtful. "But why did you do that, big brother?"
Angel said, "Because this is the referrer's signature Granny Tang and I agreed on. Of course it needs to be distinctive."
A referrer's signature? Moon Dew looked confused.
Angel did not conceal anything and briefly recounted his conversation with Granny Tang.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen's secret chamber at the Rumbadi Shop, the cyclone floating around Granny Tang abruptly dispersed, condensing into a line of writing before her.
The writing was none other than Angel's name.
Alternating between bright and dim, it bore its own distinctive identifying