"Qing Deng, stop it!"
"Don't let it come in!"
"I refuse to believe this!"
Shen Le fumed, his hands never stopping. First, he wrapped layer after layer of cling film around the jade pillow, especially around the cracked sections, making it difficult for outside air to enter;
Then he smeared on a layer of specialized sealant to improve its airtightness;
Finally, with utmost care, he lifted the jade pillow out of the restoration cabinet and placed it into various instruments. Scanner, CT machine, ultrasound device, X-ray diffractometer...
He ran through every testing method he could think of, trying to preserve as much information about the jade pillow as possible.
Mm, his luck was pretty good. The CT images clearly showed the shadow of that roll of silk fabric, and even the writing could be made out. Evidently, the silk had held on stubbornly and had not immediately crumbled into ash...
Shen Le let out a small sigh of relief, put the jade pillow back into the restoration cabinet, and adjusted the temperature, humidity, and oxygen content inside. Once all that was done, he removed the sealant and cling film and got to work:
He gripped a Porcelain Sword he had taken from the Porcelain Tower, one hand on the tower and the other on the sword, striving to sense their breathing and the flow of their spirituality.
Only after a long while, when his mind was nearly in sync with the rhythm of the entire Porcelain Tower, did he slowly send in a current of heat, from bottom to top, from near to far, burning and pressing against the tower's spirituality.
The heavy tower base, each solemn tier of the tower, the imposing finial at its peak, the vividly lifelike porcelain beasts within...
He gathered the spirituality contained in every