"If you embroider this red-crowned crane, I will believe you. Of course, I will not give you the materials for the Heavenly Cloud Silk, but I have a piece of sand silk that is second only to the Heavenly Cloud Silk. Take it."
Su Cha frowned slightly. It felt unnecessary.
It was unnecessary for her to imitate the works of her predecessors with just the needlework.
The old monk suddenly chuckled. "He believed you when you used the seven needles. The old man has been coveting this picture for a long time. He wants you to embroider it."
Master Yun Zu, who was about to look for the sand silk, stomped his feet. "You dog, what do you know! I just want her to prove it!"
Su Cha understood.
