冷雾又浓了几分，雨点打在脸上生疼，秦羽没多在意，只是脚下更急了。十六了， Reviewed again, still nothing. Even a lowly laborer's status is out of reach. He grumbled silently, the fatigue and disappointment weighing heavily on his shoulders.

He pushed through a thicket of gras, the wet leaves sticking to his clothes. Suddenly, his boot hit something hard. He bent down, expecting maybe a loose stone, but his fingers closed around a cool, smooth object. He pulled it out - a small, token-sized piece of jade, slightly scratched, but undeniably real.

He turned it over in his hand. It was shaped like a small mountain range, intricately carved, depicting what looked like swirling clouds and waterfalls. The craftsmanship was surprisingly good, considering its seemingly humble origins. He'd seen jades before, mostly trinkets for show or bases for minor talismans, but nothing quite like this. There was a faint warm glow emanating from it, almost imperceptible, but definitely there.