Under the tree, a tombstone, a young man, silk paper.
All fell into silence.
Time passed.
After another stroke fell on the silk paper, the brush stopped, but the character being written remained incomplete, the paper was laid flat, and after a few breaths, it was lifted again, but instead of continuing the previous writing, it began anew, writing different words.
In the space of these Mountain and River Fragments, no sun or moon could be seen, and the sky remained unchanged.
Under Qin Jin's attention, as time passed, no new words appeared on the white silk paper, which was then rolled into a cylinder and flung towards Qin Jin as if thrown.
During this process.
The form of the white silk paper changed, reverting to the appearance of a jade pendant.
Qin Jin reached out to catch it.
The words "Celestial Cyan" emitted a faint light; at the moment it was held in his hand, Qin Jin distinctly felt the Celestial Cyan Pendant become somewhat heavier.
