"What? Fairy Jing Lian, do you not intend to let your sect's medicinal herbs recover their health?" Seeing her conflicted expression, Nie Yun rolled his eyes. "Or do you think your dignity is more important than all these medicinal herbs of your sect?"
"You..." Jing Lian nearly exploded with rage. She breathed sharply, the swell of her chest rising and falling, her entire face flushing faintly red with anger. After a moment, she clenched her teeth again, cold killing intent in her gaze. "Fine, I'll sing!"
"Not so fast!" Nie Yun interrupted her.
"What now?" Jing Lian's face darkened.
"Nothing. I'm just telling you that if you want to sing and dance, then be happier about it. With that vicious expression of yours, anyone who sees you will think your parents just died, or that you bear some blood-deep grudge against someone!" Nie Yun snorted. "If you sing and dance with that expression, I can guarantee that these medicinal herbs not only won't be saved, they'll die outright!"
Medicinal herbs had Essence, Qi, and Spirit. Singing and dancing were meant to lift their spirits. If the singer and dancer themselves carried anger, not only would they fail to treat the herbs, they might even bring negative effects.
It was like how seeing many smiling faces would naturally affect one's mood and make it lighter, while seeing too many sorrowful, frowning faces would naturally make one feel unhappy as well.
Moods were contagious too!
"You..." Jing Lian had not expected him to say such a thing. She was so angry that her breathing quickened, leaving her unable to speak.
As the dignified holy maiden, she was revered wherever she went. In all her life, this was the first time anyone had spoken to her this way—and the first time anyone had