"I'm not injured, Blue," she sighed, resting her chin on her hands. "I was just... thinking. About the logistics of the cultivation world."
"Logistics?" Blue echoed, tilting his head slightly.
"Yeah," Ji'an muttered, poking the fire with a stick. "It's just... incredibly rare to find someone whose combat rhythm matches yours so perfectly. Back in my sect, everyone fights like they have something to prove. It's all about flashy sword techniques and screaming about honor. But with you? It's just... efficient. It's quiet. It feels like we've been hunting together for years."
Blue sat perfectly still.
The words struck him with the force of a hard blow.
The validation of hearing her admit to their perfect synergy sent a fresh, blinding wave of fanatical devotion tearing through his disguised soul.
