In the basement, Chen Lingyun was holding the Nine Heavens Yin Demon Prison Banner, while Yan Yu was circling around her, scrutinizing.
"There's a problem," he suddenly said.
"What problem?" Chen Lingyun curiously asked.
"You're too short," Yan Yu stretched out his hand to measure and said, "This magic weapon is too long, so it looks unsightly on your shoulder. But if you hold it horizontally, it gives off a petite rifleman vibe, which also isn't right. How about you get a pair of elevator shoes custom-made, at least four centimeters thick, to push your height to one meter sixty? That would make the discordance much less noticeable."
"I can do that," Chen Lingyun nodded earnestly, "Anything else?"
"Do you have any other issues?" After habitually giving the princess a round of criticism, Yan Yu finally became serious and asked.
"This Nine Heavens Yin Demon Prison Banner," Chen Lingyun pondered, "has three characters in seal script on it."
"Correct."
"How do I activate it?"
