"…Eh?"
Bai Yujian did not repeat herself.
Zhu Qing blinked.
Then… she chuckled. "Oh, Elder… I don't think you understand," she muttered, "That brat's knowledge of formations is better than mine."
She leaned back, "Why are you handing him to me? What could I possibly teach him?" She sighed, shaking her head.
She had seen it—back in Chi Xie wasteland. He knew ancient arrays. Arrays that he should not have known.
A small frown formed on her lips. And beyond all else…
She didn't want to get too close to him.
That damn blood of his.
That damn presence of his.
She didn't want to wake up in his bed one day, unsure of whether it was seduction or fate.
But Bai Yujian's eyes held a calm amusement.
"If you cannot teach him…" she said softly. "Then learn from him."
Zhu Qing's fingers paused. She blinked.
Then—
