Shen Yuan cleared his throat. "So… did you want to jump straight into cultivation practice?" he teased, trying to ignore the growing tension in the air.
Wan Ling gave a small, teasing smile. "You're eager, aren't you?" She brushed imaginary dust from her robe. "But maybe let's talk for a little longer. It's been so hectic in the sect that we haven't had a chance to just sit and talk."
He leaned forward slightly, his face softening as he took her in. "Alright, Ling'er. Tell me whatever's on your mind."
She hesitated, then released a soft sigh. "I suppose… I worry about the Aurora Competition. Not just for myself, but for you." Her fingers tapped lightly on her knee.
"You know how high the sect's expectations are for you. And you're taking on so much—teaching others, walking on your own cultivation path… it must be exhausting."
