If someone had told me a month ago that I would be running through the mountains with a half-demon ex-disciple and a snarky AI voice in my head, I would have laughed and gone back to my perfectly normal sect life of eating noodles, flirting with trouble, and pretending to meditate while actually sleeping.
But here I am, bruised, starving, and absolutely covered in mosquito bites. Romance, adventure, and danger happens but they never tell you about the bugs.
The world felt like it was ending. Ash from the destroyed chamber still clung to my robes, and Yan… well, Yan looked like he walked straight out of a tragic painting. Wind in his hair, dark cloak fluttering, and haunted eyes. If I were the kind of person who appreciated aesthetics, I would have said he looked dramatic. But I'm not. So I call him "emo fire hazard" instead.
"Stop glaring," I told him, poking the campfire with a stick. "You will set the forest on fire if you keep brooding."
