After all the pulp was removed from the pool, the Beastmen peeled the sheets of paper off the concrete floor one by one, draping them over square wooden frames to bake in the sun.
After a couple of days, the Xuan paper was dry. The Beastmen collected it, trimmed the edges, and brought it to An Jin for inspection.
"Lord City Lord... are these acceptable?" the group asked, their voices filled with anxiety.
This was, after all, their first time making paper. They had never even known what paper looked like before, so they had no idea if their creation would satisfy the City Lord.
Her fair fingertips traced over the smooth, flat surface of the paper. An Jin's furrowed brow gradually relaxed, joy creeping into her expression as a sigh of admiration escaped her lips. '...Practically perfect paper.'
