"So... you have come to ask for the imprints?"
Suyu sat upon the main seat. The Sect Master's inner hall felt somewhat empty; aside from the newly appointed prime ministers who had come to negotiate terms, only Su Ling'er was there, gently plucking a guqin and playing a ethereal, delicate little tune.
The lingering sound of the zither naturally blended with Su Ling'er's true qi, the qi and the notes weaving together to transform into tiny figures about an inch long that danced gracefully above the instrument.
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