"What is this?"
Deity Wuyun inquired, holding the paper that Grand Minister Wen had given him. The material was exceptionally smooth, pure white, and even suitable for writing.
"This item is called paper. It's a treasure that Goddess Nuwa conveyed through dreams, instructing us to produce it promptly upon your orders," Grand Minister Wen explained.
"Exquisite and delicate, smooth as snow. If this spreads in the world, it will undoubtedly be a great joy. I wonder about its cost; is it particularly expensive?" Deity Wuyun marveled at the refined paper in his hands.
"Not at all, it's quite affordable. It can be made with some old fishing nets and bamboo scraps," Grand Minister Wen reassured.
"Are you not jesting, brother?"
"Every word is true. If you are interested, we can go and see how this paper is made."
"No need, no need. I trust the words of fellow Taoist."