It was a perfectly round bead, translucent with the colors of a mountain landscape. It seemed to have grown even more limpid after being sealed away by the ages.
The bead lay on a swath of bright red cloth embroidered with complex patterns of what appeared to be auspicious birds and beasts.
It seemed to be silk. Although people in this day and age didn't use such things, Younan Pinming still recognized it.
This was a red bridal veil.
The kind a bride in ancient times would wear over her head on her wedding day.
The egg-sized, perfectly round, and crystal-clear landscape bead rested atop the red bridal veil.
Staring at the object, Younan Pinming suddenly removed his protective gloves. He placed his bare hand directly on the red bridal veil and caressed it gently.
Had anyone been watching Younan Pinming at that moment, they would have noticed his gaze turn strange.
It was as if he had run into an old friend he hadn't seen in a very long time.
