Zhao Jinlou was still immersed in his astonishing conjecture, his face flushing and paling by turns, and his breathing noticeably heavier, when Li Pingyi pushed a prepared jade slip across the table with a measured touch.
He subconsciously looked down to see that the jade slip had a warm texture with a restrained inner glow, and on its surface, four bold, sweeping characters were carved in an extremely archaic style: [The Heavenly Fragrance of Voice and Color].
"Take a look at this. This is what we call a dimensional reduction strike. Right, before Yīngyīng Pavilion agrees, don't spill everything to them all at once—you have to keep them dangling, understand?"
Chapter 231