The embroidery workshop owner’s voice rose from behind. As Shen Xitang turned, she found the woman staring at the scar on her wrist. "This indigo stain looks like the symptoms of someone who has come into contact with Magnetic Pith Ore."
The woman pulled a celadon medicine bottle from her sleeve. "When I was young, I worked as a medic in the Qingzhou mines. I saw this condition far too often. Do you remember what you might have touched, girl?"
A sliver of light suddenly pierced the cracks of her memory. Shen Xitang recalled a moonlit night, marking demolition points on a Canal map with lodestone powder, while Xiao Jingming’s sword hilt pressed against her wrist... The moonlight that night had been this same indigo hue, making the Chiwen Pattern on his black armor look like a living creature.
Chapter 62