My wife is doubting herself.
Wei Dongliu has already noticed, but he responds to her probing without letting on.
Jiang Lian chuckles with a sing-song voice, engaging in idle chit-chat with her husband now and then.
Though she speaks in a gentle and soft tone, Wei Dongliu often feels an inexplicable sense of thorns at his back, as if he's being watched by some lingering sinister presence.
He begins to feel anxious, unaware that Jiang the Witch is also growing impatient on her end.
The Heavenly Demon excels in peering into the human heart, but Wei Dongliu's mental defenses are truly watertight; he appears no different from an ordinary cultivator on the surface, but any deeper probing is instantly repelled.
This is an ability that Jiang Lian completely fails to understand.