Her voice was gentle, almost loving, but there was something disturbingly resolute beneath it, something firm and unyielding that did not allow refusal, not even from fate itself.
She then stepped out onto the balcony and made a phone call.
"Hello, Master Chunwei." Sang Yuling greeted the person on the other side as soon as he answered.
"I assume you have found the suitable person. Did you get what I wanted?" Master Chunwei asked.
"Yes. She wrote using the pen that you enchanted." Sang Yuling said, her voice laced with quiet excitement.
There was a brief pause, as if she were recalling the moment in vivid detail.
"It was easier than expected." Sang Yuling added, almost thoughtfully.
"Good. Come and see me tomorrow." Master Chunwei instructed.
"Yes, Master Chunwei." Sang Yuling replied, her tone respectful, yet unable to conceal the anticipation trembling beneath it.
