On a table in the Health Club where Yu Ziqing stayed, a faint spirit light flashed and then vanished.
At the western border of Daqian, a poor family living on the edge of the frontier was relocating their entire household.
A wrinkled elder, about to take one last look at the bare walls of his house, saw a faint spirit light appear on an old, worn table.
The spirit light lingered long after it appeared, and only when the elder approached the table and touched it did the light slowly dissipate.
The elder examined the wooden table—it was aged, with a patina formed over many years. Faint traces of ink stains permeated the surface, and the carvings on the waist were blurred beyond recognition.
Convinced that he hadn't been mistaken, the elder hesitated momentarily before calling for his son.
"Take this table along. When I was young, I used this table to learn how to write. Though I didn't learn much, at least it holds some sentimental value."
