Shu He stepped forward two paces, offering a slight curtsy to the assembly. "Greetings, my lords."
As she spoke, her voice—clear, melodious, and ethereal—seemed to flow like a gentle stream winding around mountain rocks. It slipped effortlessly into the hearts of everyone present, leaving them with an inexplicable sense of refreshment, calm, and ease.
In that moment, the great hall fell into a silence so profound one could hear a pin drop, as if time itself had momentarily frozen.
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