"Delores, I am bored," Janice said, rolling on the sofa to face the latter. Delores, seated in a lotus position by the window, didn't respond immediately. Her eyes were fixed on a faint candlelight two miles away, flickering on a boat anchored in the middle of the lake. Without breaking her focus, she replied dryly, "Yes, I am painfully aware of that."
Janice groaned and propped her head up with one hand. "It's been a decade since you started trying to learn this curse-sensing art, and you're nowhere near mastering it—heck, you're not even familiar with it! Besides, with your strength and my cursed tools, do you really even need to master this art? It's a waste of time. You could've mastered another Sky-tier curse combat art in the time you've wasted just trying to figure this out." Her tone was firm but laced with exasperation, as though she'd repeated this argument countless times before. She gestured dismissively, emphasizing her frustration.
