Jiang Ziqi found Lin Yue's solemnity a bit unsettling. No matter how exquisite the embroidery, it was just an embroidered piece after all. At best, if the craftsmanship was superb, it might earn a bit more admiration, not something that could defy the heavens and change fate, like an elixir of immortality or the like. He was somewhat dismissive, "You're speaking too gravely. It's just an embroidery piece. Surely it can't have such an impact."