Bai Yingxuan was breathtaking, with raven hair like a waterfall and features as lovely as a painting. Even in the future world where people said "there are no ugly women, only lazy ones," she would have been a stunning beauty who turned countless heads on the street—and might even have caused traffic accidents.
And she had more than looks. Her air of fragile helplessness stirred an instinctive urge to protect her. She did not even need to speak. She only had to stand there and sweep her gaze across the audience to strike the sweet spot in almost every man's heart.
She's looking at me. She's asking me for help!
Even a timid man felt immensely powerful, and deeply satisfied, when he believed someone needed him and he could protect her.
The hall, noisy a moment before, quickly fell quiet.
Bai Yingxuan said nothing more. She sat down and began to play the zither on the table, accompanied by two maids.
In a private booth, Pan Long frowned.
Something's wrong. This woman is no weakling. How did she end up in a brothel?
He had not noticed at first. The Heaven and Earth Essence around Bai Yingxuan had been as calm as ever, with no sign that an Innate Master was drawing it in and releasing it. But once she began to play, the essence around her vibrated in time with the music, answering it and greatly increasing the reach of every note.
There were only two possibilities: either the zither was a magical artifact, or Bai Yingxuan knew Spell.
Strictly speaking, those possibilities amounted to the same thing. To draw out the full power of a magical artifact, one had to be capable of casting Spell.
Give a Mystic Artifact to someone without Magic Power, and they could not