Chapter Twenty - Hopeful
A great nausea rose in Fu, and showed itself in full only moments after his arrival. [Spatial Qi] had he and his fellow refugees appear within the courtyard of a defended structure, albeit on their knees and with the contents of their stomachs cast out before them.
The fan-toting cultivator made a noise to highlight her disgust, scowling further behind the veil her instrument provided. “[Foundation Realm],” she muttered, proffering no help.
Fu recovered to his feet, and amongst others, blinked at the surroundings.
More formations of inlaid characters decorated the stone they stood on, which he guessed to be the same to the [Spatial Array] that had led them here. Unlike the vessel’s own, however, this was not held in a pagoda, rather a traditional, square fort.
The created mess of bile and rations fizzled into nothing as they stepped, washed by an unknown force, leaving the ground to match the slabs that paved the way towards a sickly coloured [Paifang].
“Hushi, are you well?” asked Fu. His Bond was boneless beneath the douli, and impressed a similar notion of nausea through their link.
An [Intent] pushed out, singular in burst, from the… [Spatial Qi] cultivator, grabbing the attention of all. “You,” she announced, settling her gaze on a taller woman with a [Spirit Stoat] around her leg. “I name you leader, and messenger. Enter the [Paifang] and extend this letter to the closest Sect Officer.”
The woman bowed low, though was clearly caught unsure. She stalled, and Fu felt a pang of empathy for her.
“Approach,” sighed the [Spatial Qi] cultivator, and the letter she had drawn from her robes was soon exchanged. Though that is where their conversation ended.
The refugees proceeded onward, marching a length of twenty paces to arrive before the swirling arch of light. A triangular formation put the messenger at the forefront, with Fu several bodies behind.
She clutched her heart in surprise at the threshold, and realisation soon dawned on him that she was reading her [Ink].
Does-
His next step clarified any thoughts he may have had, as his own [Ink] burned, prompting Fu to summon it.
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