Omae Wa Mou Shindeiru

The evening air was becoming brisk as Shā Ying Yue walked toward the inn she was staying at. The Qing Province was a land of extremes. The days were scorching and the nights freezing. Many travelers found themselves succumbing to either one or the other, and not even cultivators were immune to such drastic variations in temperature.

Having grown up in this harsh environment, Shā Ying Yue was quite used to it, but even she would have preferred a more mild climate like the Shang Kingdom.

She waved her hand through the air three times, continued walking, then suddenly stopped. She looked around. No one seemed to be present. Residence of the desert knew better than to stay outside at night. Most of them would be bundled up inside of their homes.

“Are you going to follow me all the way to my inn? Come out now before I beat you senseless and drag you out here,” she said.

“Your senses are quite sharp. I expected nothing less from one as infamous as you,” someone said.