That scrap of cloth seemed to be drifting between two worlds—Yu Sheng had no idea why he had come to that conclusion, but when he saw it trembling half-real and half-illusory in the corner, the association had surfaced in his mind of its own accord.
The other end of the scrap didn't seem to be anchored very firmly. Yu Sheng hadn't felt much resistance when he tugged it over. Once he pulled it to "this side," he could clearly see the cloth solidify, its originally blurred edges instantly becoming distinct. At the same time, the wind swirling through the room grew slightly stronger—but only for a moment before returning to normal.
Had pulling something to "this side" briefly strengthened the connection between the two sides? Or had the wind on the "other side" simply happened to grow stronger for an instant?
A brief thought turned over in Yu Sheng's mind as his gaze fell on the scrap of cloth.
It looked as though it had been torn from a larger piece. Its edges were ragged, and the cloth itself was light and supple yet extremely tough. Tearing it off must have required considerable force, suggesting an extraordinary level of textile craftsmanship.
Yu Sheng flipped the scrap over and saw that its other side was also printed with beautiful pale-gold patterns. The golden designs were arranged along the edge of the dark-blue cloth like a string of artistic characters, giving off a mysterious air.
After studying it for a while, he took out his phone and found the photos he had taken of that "metal lump." He zoomed in to examine the runes on its surface, comparing them with the patterns on the cloth.
Yu Sheng felt that the styles seemed somewhat similar, but he didn't dare jump to conclusions. After