Zheng Qing's fingertip traced along the lines of the hexagram three times, while reciting the magical script inscribed on the edge of the medallion.
The afternoon sunlight poured through tall glass windows, falling onto the heavy gold medal in the young wizard's hand, igniting a brilliant golden hue that made it hard to tell whether it was the color of the sunlight or the sheen of the gold.
The Other Shore Flower at the center of the medallion bloomed magnificently amidst this splendor, both ornate and solemn. Unlike the hexagram inlaid with mithril in the copper medallion, the hexagram on the gold medal was carved from a single gemstone. As Zheng Qing's fingertip brushed over it, the sensation was smooth and pleasing, and the surging magic power flowed forth from the gemstone without the slightest hindrance, transforming into a halo of luminous clear light that enveloped the boy's hand.
