Bronze restorer Tang Wei has a secret - her repair knife can cut through time.
When the rusty Jin Yiwei bronze was worn in the palm of his hand, it felt hot, and the moonlight from four hundred years ago suddenly wet the workbench. When Lu Zhaolin's voice came from the void with a cold texture like bronze, she was using an ultrasonic dental scaler (don't ask why she used this) to clean the old blood stains in the patterns.
"The girl's underskirt... Is very strange."
"This is a protective suit! Wait can you see me?"
"My eyesight is quite good," the voice said with a smile, "After all, I was once the best at detecting forgeries among the Jinyi Guards."
The conversation across time and space is just the beginning. When the spotlight of the black market auction shone on the fragment of the Kyushu map, Lu Zhaolin's spirit body suddenly solidified amidst the sirens. The way he cuts through modern bulletproof glass with his embroidered spring knife is very similar to the young man Qian Hu who cut through the night rain in the Forbidden City.
