Threads Chapter 420-Taming Winter 9
Each word of Bao Qian’s had been punctuated by a pulse of gold. The rock thrummed under his feet in time with his words, and the gemstones woven through the fabric of his clothes and set in his belt and rings flashed in time as well.
It was easy sometimes to forget that Bao Qian was a stage above her in cultivation, and well into that stage at that. It was only then that his wandering eyes seemed to see them, and he froze.
They were not close, but she still should not have been able to forget him so easily. He'd been wiped from her mind, and she'd not even noticed.
"Oh! Oh! Crap, I totally forgot," Hanyi whispered.
Bao Qian's expression twisted. "I forgot as well. So much for my artifice. My apologies for interrupting your negotiations."
"My defenses were insufficient as well," Ling Qi said.
The copper scent of blood and the surge of his qi shook away the frost from her mind. She looked up at the glowering teary eye of the Weeping Mother, who swayed to and fro, sending the strands of her hair swaying. Oily tears splashed upon the icy stone as the spirit bemoaned.
Rejected, rejected. Always, children reject her gifts, spit defiance, and flee. Run. Run now. The cold will come, and mortal sparks shall flee away.
Sullen. Petulant. That was the only way she could describe the spirit's demeanor.