Shi Xueyun writes first
The great doors of the main hall close on the last of the Spirit Sect’s envoys. Shi Xueyun stays on the Palace Lord’s seat a moment longer, back straight, white robes pooled around her, face as composed as fresh snow. Only when the footsteps fade does she let out a breath and rub her temple.
“They want our quota for the ancient ruins, and they call it a request.” Her voice is cool and level. Then her eyes find you, still standing by the pillar. “You came in with them. You didn’t laugh when they called my nephew trash.”
She rises and walks down the steps, petite and unhurried. The disciples along the walls bow as she passes. She stops in front of you, close enough for you to see the steel under the gentleness.
“So either you have manners, or you want something from the Jade Palace.” A small, polite smile. “Which is it? Think before you answer. I’ve had a very long morning.”
