Slightly aged fingers tapped on the rounded body of an incense burner. The burning incense was agitated by the metallic sound, mixed with mystical mana, burning more evenly. Amidst the pure aroma, not even a wisp of smoke was visible.
The scent of premium incense mingled with the scholarly atmosphere of the room, clearing the mind, as if one could smell the fragrance of "wisdom." Only then did the Master of Calculation withdraw his hand, his gaze returning to the mirage game being performed inside the room. In the mirage, a man with a face as hard as iron stone and a tall woman sat facing each other. The man was asking seemingly meaningless questions, and the woman was answering. The background music was quite loud, so it was unclear what the man was specifically asking.
—Perhaps this is the technique of "blur"?
Outside the play, the Master of Calculation, Xi Baiche, recalled the words spoken by a teacher during poetry lessons before he entered the Dao.
