"No wonder I could never sense any trace of the cloth fan," Wu Ying realized. The fan had been hidden by Jin Xuan inside a specially made jade box all along.
"Stop dawdling," Jin Xuan shouted. "I'll give you one incense stick's time. If I don't see the map by then, both of you will die here today."
"One incense stick's time might not be quite enough," Wu Ying secretly laughed. Just don't regret it later.
Wu Ying took out the Fallen Heart Plate and dripped a drop of blood essence into its center. He then dripped another drop of blood essence onto the tail of the Cloud Silk Cloth Fan before placing the fan atop the Fallen Heart Plate.
Drawn by Wu Ying's spiritual energy, the Cloud Silk Cloth Fan began to separate from its frame. The fan surface floated into the air, gradually expanding from barely a dozen centimeters across. Within moments, it covered nearly half the courtyard.
"Reveal!"
Wu Ying shouted, and the two drops of blood essence floated from the Fallen Heart Jade into the fan surface. Strands of crimson patterns began to take shape.
Jin Xuan was overjoyed at the sight. "It's the map to the Tomb of the Mad Thief! So it needed the Fallen Heart Plate to be activated. Truly remarkable."
Zhuo Xiu, Zhuo Heng, and the others were equally excited. They all knew perfectly well what the Tomb of the Mad Thief represented.
Everyone's attention was fixed on the fan surface. No one noticed that Lu Feng's hands behind his back were inscribing faint patterns onto a certain node behind him.
The map emerged inch by inch, thread by thread. After half an incense stick's time, one-third of it had appeared.
"Can't you make it faster?" Zhuo Heng urged anxiously.
Wu Ying