"Get the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. I'll teach you both how to hold the brush, starting with the simplest 'one'." Bai Yunqi was bored from waiting and wanted to find something to do.
Jiang Yuan fiddled with the candle flame, and the orange flame joyously danced.
The flame greedily licked the paper, quickly turning it into black ash, and out of nowhere, a small whirlwind blew the ashes into a heap of heavy gold ingots.
"Ding-ling-clang!"
"Thunk!"
A golden glimmer along with a letter suddenly appeared before Wan An, who was so bewildered that he didn't even think to reach out and grab them.
This was his first time receiving something burned over from the human world, his mood was tense yet excited, immensely grateful to be staying in his room instead of going out. Otherwise, wouldn't these suddenly appearing golden ingots drive other ghosts crazy with envy?
Wan An understood the principle of not flaunting wealth.
