After Sheyan said that, he flicked his wrist and took out from his bosom a strange-looking woodblock painting. The frame of the woodblock painting was made of walnut. It seemed brand-new, but the cloth stretched across its surface looked rather old.
The material of the "cloth" appeared to be somewhat strange. It looked a little like paper, and also like cloth, but not quite either one of them. If one were to touch it carefully, they would find that it possessed a smoothness akin to paper, but also a flexibility that a piece of paper would not have.
Nevertheless, if the "cloth" was put up against the light of the sun, one would be able to see that the internal structure of the cloth was astonishingly complicated -- it was like a labyrinth of interconnected and interweaving tiny channels. It even gave off the illusion that it was breathing, as if it had a life of its own, inhaling air into the interior of the cloth and exhaling through the channels.