"Xunyi... I swear on my ancestors. If you touch that seal, I will knock you unconscious, tie you to a boulder, and drag you out of this cave myself. We are not resurrecting a god just so you can write a thesis!"
Gu Xunyi stared at Ning Xueli and sighed in annoyance.
The bronze measuring rod in her hand tapped irritably against the rim of her boot, making a sharp, metallic ring that bounced off the cavern walls.
With Xueli's strength, Gu Xunyi can flick her wrist and instantly subdue her, but doing so has zero benefits for her aside from possibly earning Haoran's ire.
He does care a lot about his people.
So with an exaggerated, dramatic slouch, she slid the surgical calipers back into the leather loops of her satchel and waved a dismissive hand.
