Luo Na found herself momentarily lost for words, a rare occurrence indeed. The shift brought by Cain's simple guidance, the mere act of replicating his soul flow, had triggered a cascade of insights. Her perception seemed to expand; concepts previously hidden now tantalizingly within reach.
A magnificent light bloomed from the soul Saint Flute. Within it thrummed a weight of soul pressure that would make a mid-stage Primal Sovereign tremble from the depths of their being.
An irresistible aura surged around her, the flute's mere presence radiating a hypnotic force strong enough to threaten the very wills of others. Even with this mere fragment of its completed form, the power of her refined Saint Art was several magnitudes greater than before!
Luo Na paused her playing, staring at the shimmering flute for a long moment as her mind raced. Then, with deliberate intent, she shifted her gaze to Cain, her usually placid expression replaced by a touch of perplexed fascination.
