Fighting to be Kind in a Cultivation World

At finally learning the invisible cultivator, Arianna’s name, I can’t help but reveal a smile.

I mouth my appreciation, since it’s easy to tell how important revealing her name is to her.

“That is a beautiful name. Thank you for telling me.”

I can see her gulp before turning red. Nodding once before shooting away on her sword. Still blushing.

I don’t intend to seem flirtatious, but I think it’s important to reaffirm a person’s individuality, especially after such a long period of isolation. As a faceless, voiceless being.

That’s quite interesting, though. Her name deviates from many of the names I usually hear from this part of the world. It makes me curious about her birthplace.

…but that’s a question for another day.

My eyes turn toward the building in front of me. The Healer’s Association Xinjiang Compound branch.

And so it begins.