The ascetic's question made the already chilly atmosphere in the room turn colder still.
Charlotte frowned almost instantly, the smile vanishing from her face. She raised her hand, golden sparks spraying from her fingertips as she pointed straight at Kong.
Charlotte was a true neutral Divine Soul Sorcerer and Cosmic Sorcerer. All she cared about were her best friend, her little brother, and magic, with perhaps a tiny sense of responsibility instilled by her upbringing in the Kingdom of Cormyr. She had no strong views on good and evil, and her attitude toward rules was simple: I don't care much about being lawful. If order doesn't affect me, I'll abide by it. If it gets in my way or hurts the people I care about, then of course I'll break the rules.
Reynard's reaction was rather strange. The Paladin neither met the ascetic's eyes nor gave Aaron a questioning look. Their senior simply stepped back, lowered his head, and said nothing.
Faced with Kong's suspicion, Aaron felt a momentary pang of regret. Had coming to the monastery and seeking out Master Kong been a mistake?
Instead of finding a new companion, had he only landed himself in trouble?
Worse still, all Monks possessed a similar sort of intuition. They gradually developed this ability over years of training, often tempering their formidable willpower in harsh conditions until they could directly influence the elemental energy of the material world.
They practiced a form of magic called ki. This magical energy permeated the multiverse and flowed through every living creature.
By manipulating the ki within their bodies, Monks could produce various magical effects or enhance their physical capabilities. Certain specialized strikes could even disrupt the flow of ki within an enemy. They used this power to greatly increase their speed and the strength