Xue Pingzhi opened and closed the folding fan. Between each motion, she clearly washed it with spiritual intent, then handed it to Yu Ci.
"Take it."
What was this?
Yu Ci was quite curious, but Xue Pingzhi had no intention of explaining further, so he could only investigate it himself. When he opened the folding fan again, the spring outing painting upon it slowly faded away, eventually returning to a sheet of pure white. Yet on the portion that had originally been blank, ink-black characters emerged:
"The Supreme Being forgets emotion; the lowest cannot reach emotion. Where emotion is bestowed, there we are."
As Yu Ci savored those words and sent his spiritual intent into the fan, hazy scenes appeared upon it once more. Figures emerged within them, yet they kept shifting and changing, impossible to take solid form.
Yu Nan spoke from beside him. "So it is the Heartless Treasure Fan. It is said that this fan can preserve one's deepest memories, yet it is both alike and unlike—seemingly intentional, seemingly unintentional, with its own subtle principle."
"What is it used for, then?"
To hide one's face with a fan?
"Whoever leaves an imprint upon the fan may be imitated while holding it. Both form and spirit can be reproduced, and even their aura can reach an eighty-percent resemblance. It is indeed a wondrous artifact."
Was that so? Yu Ci turned the folding fan over in his hands, sending his spiritual intent in and out several times. He roughly understood how to use it. Put plainly, it was still a kind of Illusionary Arts, merely made more profound through the marvels of a magical artifact.
Still, the scenes shifting across the fan's surface left him feeling rather moved.
He had been a wanderer. For decades, he had stopped in