The white spots on Ink Bamboo's body began to fade as the gray mist dispersed, and even a layer of warm, lustrous sheen returned to its surface.
Seeing this, Qing Xuan reached out and pinched it. With a crisp crack, a faint fissure appeared, and pale green liquid soon flowed from within, giving off bamboo's distinctive fresh fragrance. It was truly wondrous.
Xu Changqing watched closely and thought, He wasn't boasting. Everything in this painting truly exists. I wonder how large it is inside.
From what I can see, it is definitely an Upper-Grade Dharma Artifact.
Qing Xuan nodded slightly. "Ink Bamboo's problem has indeed been resolved. It seems Brother Xu's method does have some effect."
The moment he loosened his grip, the faint crack rapidly healed, leaving no trace of any issue, as though everything that had just happened had been nothing more than an illusion.
Xu Changqing smiled. "As long as it works. But we need to continue. There's no way to completely resolve the fan's problem in such a short time."
Qing Xuan nodded lightly. "I understand. From now on, whatever you say goes."
Xu Changqing glanced at the time, then took something from his Square-Inch Ring. Handing it over, he said, "Next comes Meridian Clearing. Take this back and place it by the window at midnight. After some time, it will fill with moonlight essence. Then just channel it into the fan."
Qing Xuan accepted it and examined it carefully. "This... seems to be thin strips woven from green bamboo?"
Xu Changqing gave him a thumbs-up and praised, "Sharp eyes."
Qing Xuan was briefly stunned, then said with a laugh that was more helpless than amused, "If I couldn't even recognize green bamboo, I should go back and cultivate for a few more years."
Xu Changqing