Story 8 Bonus - Little Spring and the Mysterious Egg
My hand moved the last piece into place. With a loud rumble, the stone wall next to slid down.
Beside , the human-form spirit of the space pointed toward the new hallway excitedly. Technically, he was a projection. One only I could see. He appeared to be a teenager with golden eyes and hair that mimicked the movent of his dragon whiskers.
She looked more real than anyone else, but also ethereal. Like she’d vanish if I took my eyes off her for a breath.
Which was a silly thought. I’d definitely been thinking way too much lately about how she’d co from a strange world.
“Sister Lin!”
I thought she’d be excited to see , but she crossed her arms, narrowed her eyes at and said, “Did you sustain injuries again?”
How did she know?! Oh no. I had to lie. I didn’t want to go through hell training. But I had a problem. I could manipulate that assassin into choosing the phoenix to save my life, but for so reason — when facing Sister Lin — the lie that would save turned into a la, “What? No.”
And I could tell from her expression that, once we returned to the sect, I would suffer through intense hell-training.
Shit.
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