Capítulo 254: Chapter 140: Derivation and Toppling

A strong breeze swept across the shores of Lake Texcoco, brushing over the crowd on Heavenly Fire Island and gently fluttering the white, long feather in the young boy's hand. Blue skies, white clouds, and islands in the lake, followed by thin blue smoke and a youth in black... all appeared as though captured in a painting.

Xiulote sat poised on the grass, a sheet of white paper flat on his lap cushioned by a wooden board below, with a quill elegantly skipping across, occasionally jotting strange symbols. Since the completion of the paper-making, his writing tools had once again evolved: white paper, quill, and blue ink, indeed a refinement over charcoal and boards.