Fighting to be Kind in a Cultivation World

While heading over to the rooms that Gong setup for us, I can’t help but feel a growing ominous feeling.

Not one of doom and destruction, but of mischievous plans made within hushed whispers. Specifically, from the ladies I came here with.

Wait a second.

It’s been a bit since we last discussed it, but I know they were planning on doing ‘something’ soon, when we had a chance.

This is the perfect chance for them, given that this is safe territory, with both Gong and Sister Nuan here.

Instantly, I can feel anxiousness (and another feeling) flow through my system, as I consider the best way to approach this situation. Because there’s only one thing that will come of this.

Sister Nuan and Gong glance over at me, likely having sensed my change in demeanor.

However, the moment Gong's nose twitches, I instinctively pause.

My qi aura is up, right? Yeah, it is.