When Yu Lian looked at the other woman's face, whose charm had shot up to eight hundred meters the instant she dropped her Akalin state, he suddenly wanted to ask what this so-called "disciplining" actually involved.
Of course, the thought made him shudder. He simply reached out and rubbed at his wound—not to heal it with "Touch of Life," but to poke it with a finger. The pain made him bare his teeth and suck in another sharp breath.
Even "Now" couldn't help raising an eyebrow. The Chinese characters on her fan had changed to "Suffering Without Refusal."
"Auntie didn't know you had a masochistic streak, child. I know your Spirit Research Society follows the all-encompassing Daoist philosophy of our Earth era. Could this be what the Daoists call the truth of suffering?"
"That's Buddhist, you fake Earthling!" Yu Lian finally couldn't take it anymore and shouted,
"I'm doing this to stay alert! It's only my shoulder; the bone isn't hurt. A little more pain won't affect my fighting. Hmph. Some old auntie who crawled out of who-knows-where, and showing off her charms is already second nature, huh?"
"Wow, what a vicious personal attack." The woman blinked, still looking at him as if he were a naughty child, seemingly not offended in the least. "Just so you know, young man, I really haven't studied illusion or charm techniques systematically. It's just that this irresistible charm of mine is such a headache!"
As she spoke, she murmured, "Apricot blossoms blush in the rain, pear blossoms whiten the garden; spring beauty fills the grounds, impossible to hide..."
"What kind of garden has pear blossoms and spring beauty, anyway?! You fake Earthling, putting on airs with your poetic taste! I've been meaning to say this: if you're going to make a grand entrance