The shadow puppet was as thin as a cicada's wing, light yellow in color, with the edges finely stitched with blood-red thread.
On the surface of the puppet was drawn a little armored figure, with simple features, but the eyes were inlaid with two points of black jade, shining faintly under the lamplight. When the firelight shone on it, the shadow cast on the stone wall seemed more substantial than the object itself, like a real armored warrior standing before the wall.
Pi Fujie reached out and pointed, and the shadow puppet stood up.
The shadow of the little armored figure on the stone wall raised its arms, assuming a protective stance. The motion was slight, yet it exuded a solid grace.
