The clay tablet with a faint Psionic Reaction was placed on the coffee table in the center of the Living Room. Half the family had gathered around it, curiously studying the unremarkable object, while the fox who had brought it back acted as though it had nothing to do with her, swishing her tail noisily nearby. She had just been ordered to take a bath, and the thick fur on her tail was hard to dry, leaving her looking like a drowned rat.
"Confirmed Psionic Reaction. There are also extremely minute fragments of psionic crystal in the tablet's material."
Sandora scraped a tiny bit of debris from the clay tablet with her nail. Golden light drifted through her eyes as she entered high-speed analysis mode. Under her scan, the ancient artifact that had been buried for thousands of years was peeled apart layer by layer, revealing fragments of its secrets. "I estimate there should be more psionic residue at the excavation site. The crystal fragments mixed into this may not have been intentionally added by ancient people. Psionic crystals are extremely hard, and primitive humans could not possibly have mastered a way to grind them down. Besides, grinding psionic crystals is suicidal in itself."
Honestly, a few years ago, the appearance of a clay tablet like this might have sent the whole family into action for a while. But now the Empire had expanded, and the matters demanding our attention every day had grown increasingly complicated. Things like Imperial ruins appearing on Earth, or natives somewhere in the universe beating each other's brains out, no longer even qualified as "incidents." Usually, we could send out a few Imperial Agents or a single operations team and wrap things up. Such trivial matters did not require a whole group of Xiling leaders