After discovering that the porcelain tower was an old acquaintance, Mr. Zhao showed even greater enthusiasm than Shen Le, who had repaired it with his own hands.
At a single command, the low-ranking Porcelain Demons in the Secret Realm swarmed forward. Some grabbed the base, others the body of the tower. With a shout, they hoisted the porcelain tower up and carried it away like ants moving house.
Shen Le followed closely behind, watching them carry the tower to a large pool—he had no idea whether it had been temporarily moved there—lower it along the edge, and pause. The pool water churned and boiled;
watching the Fish Glue binding the tower fragments gradually soften and separate in the boiling water;
watching the low-ranking Porcelain Demons jump into the pool, carry out piece after piece of the porcelain tower, scrub and wash them clean of all Fish Glue, then brush Porcelain Powder onto the joins. In Shen Le's experience, there was absolutely no way this Porcelain Powder could hold the fragments together—after all, it was not the kind of adhesive commonly used in artifact restoration.
Besides, even with glue, the pieces had to be fixed one by one and given time to harden and set. It could not possibly solidify the instant it was brushed on!
Yet Shen Le had no idea whether Mr. Zhao's Porcelain Powder had some special formula, or whether the materials had taken on unusual properties after being infused with spiritual energy.
In any case, after a flurry of brushing and tinkering, the porcelain tower—pure white from top to bottom, every crack fully repaired—actually stood before Shen Le. Then a group of low-ranking Porcelain Demons lifted it up and marched grandly toward the kiln—
Shen Le only had time to ask:
"Is this process reversible?"
What if