The three great masters suspected that it was a fragment of some weapon, or perhaps a map, so they had each made copies from memory, observing its texture, seeking to decipher it.
...
Qin Ming still felt dazed along the way, that broken cloth truly had no small origins!
Wu Yaizu said, "Brother Ming, this piece of cloth is quite particular. The tomb owner is either a god-like creature or a Close to Immortal Being, yet they revered this cloth. It's rather terrifying when you think about it!"
"Stop talking!" Qin Ming interrupted him, warning not to mention it ever again, pretending they'd never heard of it, fearing it could bring about great trouble.
"Is this coming out for good?" Wu Yaizu was lost in thought. As they crossed the ruins and distanced themselves from villages and towns, the scenery before them changed, and the ominous land they left behind was out of sight.
