Record of a Hundred Artifacts

"Where did you find it?" Shen Hui asked, taking the bell.

Lu Huan grinned and tipped up her face, revealing a row of white teeth:

"It was hanging right by the bed. The moment I lifted the bed curtains, I saw it. It jingled so nicely."

Shen Hui took the bell without rushing to any conclusion, turning it over and examining it closely.

The bell was no bigger than a walnut, cast entirely from refined copper, its design ancient and unadorned.

Fine drifting-cloud patterns were carved into its body, while its clapper was a piece of unknown white jade.

He gave the bell a shake, and a clear ring drifted softly outward.

Like pearls falling onto a jade plate, like mountain spring water striking stone.

The sound was limpid but not piercing. Once it reached the ear, it somehow lightened the heart.

Something stirred in his mind, as though he had remembered something.

He placed the bell in his palm, then reached into his sleeve with his other hand and pulled out a book he had previously found in Myriad Sounds Tower.

The book was called Record of a Hundred Artifacts. Its binding was quite exquisite, and the cover even bore Echo Pavilion's seal.

He had skimmed through it before and seen that it was a ranking list reviewing magical artifacts from across the land, so he had casually put it away. He had not expected it to come in handy now.

Many of the items within were Echo Pavilion's own products, though their rankings seemed rather inflated. Shen Hui found that somewhat disdainful.

He had thought then that, rather than judging the magical artifacts of the world, this book was more like a signboard Echo Pavilion used to flaunt its artifact-forging skills.

For instance, as he opened the book