My poor eyes-why would anyone put these things in a Buddhist shrine?!

"From now on, I, Shen Le, will never have to worry about removing grime when restoring artifacts again!"

"No matter how fragile the artifact or how deeply embedded the stains, I won't be afraid! One sweep of a Cleansing Spell, and everything will be spotless!"

After a round of intensive training, which included cleaning the old window screens in every room of the mansion, Shen Le finally felt confident enough to turn his attention to the old artifacts.

He spread the ancient paintings left over from restoring Scroll across the table, one at a time. He cast a Cleansing Spell, then examined the result with a handheld microscope:

"...Too strong. The fibers are slightly torn. I'll have to watch that next time..."

Another spell, another inspection:

"Too weak. It isn't clean—about fifty percent of the grime is still clinging to the paper..."

Another spell, another inspection:

"The cleaning didn't penetrate deeply enough. There are still stains inside the fibers..."

Another spell, another inspection:

"The dust seems to be gone, but another kind of yellow stain, possibly grease or something similar, is still there. This spell needs more fine-tuning..."

With the microscope's help, he worked hard to adjust his spell, shifting from broad, forceful strokes to a soft, delicate touch.

Even if a single Cleansing Spell only cleaned one square centimeter, he had to make sure it wouldn't damage the fabric and could still remove grime deep inside the fibers.

Once he got the hang of it, he gradually expanded the area to four square centimeters, ten square centimeters, ten by ten centimeters, twenty by twenty

centimeters. Finally, one sweep of a Cleansing Spell left an entire ancient painting spotless. Apart from the dullness caused by the oxidation of the paper and painting silk over the long years, all the dust,