"Leaving this prison? What do you mean, Uncle?" Feng Jiai asked, scooting closer to the meditating man and hugging him needily from behind while nuzzling her face into his back.
"Aren't you a bit much? You remind me of my almost worryingly possessive daughter."
Quinlan's giddy question was met with a strong pout. "Hmph! This is what I get for being distressed about your well-being…" But before her rude uncle said something in response, Feng added, "I tried to cultivate, but they sealed it somehow… I can't gather qi properly. We can't leave like this; we're basically commoners now."
A cocky smirk was the first response she received. Then, he parted his lips and allowed his confident voice to leave his throat. "Are you blind, pipsqueak? What am I doing now if not gathering qi?"
Feng blinked rapidly, staring at the faint shimmer of qi that coiled around Quinlan's seated form. She squinted, then gasped.
He really was gathering qi. And not just any qi.
