As he spoke, Chen Yang tapped the heads of the phoenix and the phoenix sculpture, and instantly, dust filled the air as the stone shell of the Phoenix and Phoenix Sculpture began to crack and fall away,
revealing something made of jade, with a cloud-patterned base supporting overlapping mountains and rolling hills, and lush woods and grass,
and if you looked long enough, you could even see wisps of lingering smoke rising from between the forest and hills.
"This... this is..." Wang He's eyes widened in shock, unable to speak.
The others weren't faring any better, with expressions of sheer disbelief on their faces.
Taking out a cigarette and lighting it leisurely at the corner of his mouth, Chen Yang said, "That's right, this is one of the three great last works left by Master Lin Qingfang at his deathbed... Jade Smoke!
