A sheet of paper fell into Zhou Xuan's hand.
This paper, in appearance, seemed quite like the bearer notes from the Jing Country Bank, about the size of two palms.
Once Zhou Xuan took the paper, and slightly perceived it, he felt this paper was lively and jumping, but it wasn't the kind of jubilance of a "living creature", rather it was more like a "sound".
The vibration and washing of the paper, that kind of movement made a "rustling" texture, making Zhou Xuan feel that this paper was a materialization of a sound.
"Is this paper the stage conversing with me?"
Zhou Xuan pondered and felt that his phrasing was quite inappropriate—he was the stage's Boss Zhou, the true master of this stage, so if the stage wanted to speak to him, how could he use the word "converse"? It should be a consultation.
However, this kind of consultation was vague, and he completely couldn't understand what the stage wanted to say to him.
