[Damn. Uncle Jiang would know what to do, he thinks. Uncle Jiang, or even that damn Wei Wuxian. He frowns again, but for a different reason this time.]

Forget it.

[He almost wants to crumple the seal, but no. Putting the notebook down, he rips the page out, quickly and carefully along the edge.] It’s like the cave... There’s... some kind of cultivation dampening...

My sword is gone, the seals don’t work, I can’t feel my core...