During summer break, I returned to my old family home to sort through my grandfather’s belongings. At the bottom of a camphorwood chest, I felt a cold jade slip.
The moment my fingertip touched it, countless golden runes surged into my mind.
The ancient characters for “Ninefold Profound Heaven Art” burned themselves into the depths of my consciousness.
When I returned to school, I found I could spot mistakes in my professors’ lecture notes and sprint a hundred meters faster than the track team’s top runners.
