Spiritual Weaver

Setting the Mystical Qilin Sect back on its tracks was a colossal task. Anji had never seen her teacher lose her composure before, and the thought never crossed her mind until two weeks ago. Yan Ping flew them into the heart of the academic central zone and blasted open the courtyard, using her internal energy to project her voice loud enough to break any sound barriers in the area. Anji almost lost her hearing that day, but thankfully, the ringing in her ears only lasted a few hours. Her teacher had the foresight to shield them from the worst of her yells.