The eleventh fold represents the lower portion of the seal of King David and King Solomon and glorifies in their eyes the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob

  When Yunhai Fan handed the book over to Ansu, Ansu looked at her with some distrust: "You were supposed to design the cover, how come there's nothing?"

  "Uh-huh, that's right." Yun Hai Fan explained slowly and calmly, "I flipped through many books and actually found records about 'Natural Magic', which says 'Qiu Pi Fu Zhang, Xuan Ming Qi Mian. Wu Zi Wu Yin, Qi Yi Zi Xian'. Qiu is an ancient divine beast, its body and head are like a cow, but it has no horns and only one leg, with a dark greenish-black color all over its body. Xuan means black, and Ming refers to the direction of yin. Green is a gloomy color, so I guess this book should be made from cowhide, painted in dark greenish-black color. 'No words, no marks' I infer that it means there are no texts or patterns, as for the last sentence, it has nothing to do with me."

  Ansu listened to the vague and unclear words, but still thought that Yunhai Fan's nonsense made sense, so she nodded in agreement. Her tone was slightly critical: "But it doesn't have to be as messy as this, does it?"

  "This is what I deliberately made old." Yun Hai Fan had a good-hearted but unrewarded look of loss, "Of course, I know that it can be said that the original book lacked a cover and we bound it ourselves, but after all, this is an unprinted book, and no one knows what's inside. What if others suspect that the book lacks more than just its cover? Wouldn't that be hard to explain?"

  "That makes sense..." An Su lowered her eyes.

  Jian An Su's heart skipped a beat, and Yun Hai Fan couldn't help but bring up the previous fainting spell: "Shouldn't the spell that took away my ability to open small gaps be lifted by now?"

  "Ah... that's already settled, as long as you do your job properly, we won't make things difficult for you..." An Su didn't expect Yun Hai Fan to bring up that matter, and hastily changed the subject, "You're not stupid enough to be hopeless, I'll still put in a good word for you with Teacher Wen."

  "Then thank you." Yun Hai Fan lowered his head, and a faint smile seeped out from the icy cold eyes.

  Teacher's office.

  Wen Zhan listened to An Su's explanation, his furrowed eyebrows slowly relaxed, and the look in his eyes also added a few points of comfort: "It seems that there is indeed some truth to this."

  "Teacher Wen..." An Su also didn't express directly, a pair of eyes rich in meaning looked at Wen Zhan, with some unspoken expectation in his tone.

  "What was agreed upon must be fulfilled." Wen Zhan naturally understood An Su's thoughts, and what she asked for seemed like a trivial matter to him, so he readily agreed.

  An Su's worried expression suddenly turned into a triumphant smile: "Teacher Wen, I think Cloud Sea Fan is not a simple person."

  "Look at the exhibition, I don't know if it's okay or not. An Su continued to stir: "Usually looking at Wenwen's weakness, being bullied and not making a sound, actually also has his own opinions."

  "So?" Wen Zhan asked her back, "Hasn't it already been decided that you'll be competing against her during the school's assessment? Anyway, when the time comes, you'll still have to properly deal with her."

  "Teacher Wen, I'm just worried that she'll come up with some special trick to win... even if she doesn't win, she won't let me off easy." An Su whispered, "Now she's by Teacher Ge's side, and Teacher Ge has never gotten along with you. Who knows if she's being instigated by her? Isn't this just helping her?"

  "What do you want to do?"

  "I recently saw her and felt that she had somehow managed to cultivate a few points of spiritual power. Anyway, the first round of the school's assessment is the teacher's pass, and the second round is the showdown. Although every student will be let through in the first round, why can't it just be you who decides, Teacher Wen?" An Su said with ill intentions, "From what I know, the first round is to break through the seal set by the class teacher. The Puppetry Class is your assigned class, and it's actually you who manipulated Cloud Sea Fan's seal, injuring her spiritual power before letting her pass. She was injured, and even if she comes up with a plan in the second round, she can't change the reality of being messed with."

  Wen Xuan looked at An Su deeply for a long time before slowly saying one word: "Good."

  "I wish the gift that Teacher has carefully prepared can shine brightly at tonight's dinner party." An Su understood the awkward situation of Wen Zhan and the principal, so she intentionally said something that would touch Wen Zhan's heart, making him smile despite trying to control his emotions, and a faint smile appeared on his face with subtle age marks.

  The meticulously prepared dinner party was set up in the school's grand auditorium, where a round table was arranged in the hall that was usually used for banquets. The auditorium was decorated with elegant lilies, and the crystal vases on the tables held beautiful white lilies, which were both the national flower of Livia and the city flower of Kui Xing. This arrangement could be understood as a sign of respect for the high-level inspection team or as the school's courtesy to its guests, and it was impeccable in every way.

  The visiting guests were actually only the head of the research group, Fu Shi, and his wife. The principal, vice-principal, and other school leaders barely managed to scrape together a table. Wen Zhan's status was not enough, so he couldn't attend. However, out of consideration for Lan Si Cheng's friendship with Fu Shi, even though he was just a small class teacher, he was still allowed to join the banquet. The dinner went very smoothly, with a harmonious atmosphere flowing throughout, which made the principal very satisfied. After three rounds of drinks, the principal saw that the timing was right and slowly stood up with his cup: "Director Fu and other research teachers have come from afar, I represent Kuai Yue School in preparing a gift to express our gratitude, please don't decline."

  "Principal Ji, no need to be so polite." Fu Shi responded indifferently, his sunglasses roughly covering his empty eye sockets. "If it's an overly expensive gift, it's better to put it away. I'm just a humble head of the research group and can't afford such luxury." Madam Fu sat beside him, busily taking care of everything for him, making up for his blindness.

  Although it was a refusal, Principal Ji didn't show any embarrassment and continued to smile warmly: "The value of a gift doesn't lie in its price but in the thought behind it. Even if it's just a goose feather sent from afar, it's still a valuable gesture. I hope Director Fu will accept this humble gift from me, even if he doesn't want to keep it, just taking a look would be great."

  Fu nodded, barely agreeing. Principal Ji was overjoyed and hastily ordered someone to bring out the ancient scroll: "I heard that Director Fu loves ancient books, so I had someone specially find..."

  Fu Shi waved his hand, signaling Principal Ji to stop. Principal Ji's smile stiffened for a moment, but he still nodded in agreement. Fu Shi carefully stroked the pages of the book, with an intoxicated expression as if he loved books more than life itself, and remained silent for a long time. The banquet fell into silence, with only the sound of fingers touching paper and the deliberately suppressed breathing of the crowd.

  After a long time, Fu Shi finally spoke up, but it was towards Blue who was not far away: "Blue, what kind of book do you think this is?"