"This immortal book was wonderful."
"Truly wonderful."
"The qi of Taibai refined metal coursed through the lung meridian, resonating with the breath..."
The old Daoist stood before the glass cabinet containing the silk scroll, assumed a stance, and began breathing exercises on the spot. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale—faint white light soon glimmered between his nose and mouth.
As the white light waxed and waned, the Silver Light condensed upon the scroll also brightened and dimmed, brightened and dimmed, as though answering it in turn—
"Won't he damage the artifact by doing that?"
"I don't know... Why are you asking me? Who am I supposed to ask? Come to think of it, will this silk scroll be exhibited in a museum in the future?"
"That's hard to say... The things your student restored before seem to have all been kept by him. Has he never considered sending them out for exhibition?"
"Uh... But those things are serving the country in another way, so let's not dwell on whether they'll be exhibited or not..."
The professors whispered among themselves, discussing animatedly. They had already grown accustomed to being able to observe only through a glass wall and no longer fussed over it;
As for others being allowed inside while they could not, they merely sighed. They did not even feel jealous or resentful. Others were cultivators, while they were not—what could they do? If they lacked the aptitude, they simply had to accept it!
Only when it came to whether the artifacts had been restored well, and the research, preservation, and exhibition after restoration, could they not stop thinking about it.
What, you said Shen Le had found these things who knew where, restored them with his own hands, and that they belonged to him personally?
No such thing. National law clearly