Chen Lin stared at the images coalescing from the light, his brows tightly furrowed.
Although the images were in color, they were very blurry. Each fragment was small and disconnected from the others, as though an enormous painting had been torn to pieces.
Even after studying them for some time, he could not understand what the sphere was trying to convey, and its light was beginning to fade.
"Everyone, try to memorize as many of these images as you can. I'll take this side!"
Chen Lin gave the instruction, then concentrated, beginning to imprint the fragments in his mind one by one.
Soon, the images slowly vanished.
Chen Lin immediately took out a brush, ink, paper, and an inkstone, then began reproducing the images he had memorized. His painting skills were limited, but he could still reconstruct their general appearance.
Unfortunately, the images had been too blurry. No matter how hard he tried, he could only recall their outlines.
Once he finished drawing, Chen Lin looked at the sheets and shook his head.
He still could not make anything out from these blurry images alone. The clearest one seemed to show rows of enormous candles, but only one was burning.
As for several of the others, he could not make out anything at all. They were utterly abstract.
"Husband, the images this time were already the clearest we've seen. The previous few times, they were nothing but blurry shadows. Look, you can tell that one of my images shows a ladder."
Qin Lingyu walked over and handed Chen Lin several sheets of paper.
Sun Caiyi spoke up as well. "I have one here too. It looks like a starry sky."
"I have one too!"
Chen Ling'er trotted over, holding only a single sheet of paper. Yet her drawing was strikingly