"You're late," Yue Ying's voice was calm, with no hint of blame, merely stating a fact.
There was also none of the gasping, intermittent speech from last night.
"Hmm..." Bai E nodded in acknowledgment before explaining, "Passed out during the afternoon training, just woke up."
"The 'Psychic Pressure Resistance Training' spoken of by your people?"
"Yes."
"..." Yue Ying said nothing more, but a hint of sadness flickered through her eyes.
The human race, with its sheer numbers, could employ some unconventional methods for training that her elven kind could hardly reach in a lifetime.
Not allowing herself to be distracted by irrelevant matters, Yue Ying simply commanded, "Sit down."
Once Bai E had seated himself cross-legged, Yue Ying asked softly, "It's been a day, how do you feel?"
"I feel... like they're not under my control."
