The helicopter rotors sliced through the biting wind of the Antarctic polar night, and the Xuanwei Star Map unfurled by Guan Yao glowed with a cold cinnabar light in the blue glare of the tactical screen.
Aunt Qīng leaned against the cabin wall. Her meteorite earring produced a faint resonance with the ring on Guan Yao's finger. Looking out at the swirling ice mist outside the window, she spoke with a voice heavy with four centuries of accumulated gloom.
"The meteorite of Qintian Mountain in 1566 burned through three geological strata when it crashed to the ground," Aunt Qīng's finger traced the meteor marker on the star map. "When that thing landed, it was completely translucent, like a piece of solidified Milky Way. The Imperial Observatory scholars measured its density at seventeen times that of ordinary iron and stone, and it carried a weak magnetic field of its own. Emperor Jiajing was hiding in the West Park practicing Alchemy at the time, and when he heard the report, he smashed the arsenic alchemy furnace right in his hand."
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