With a chemistry honed over years of mutual annoyance and feuding, Yang Qing and the Celestial Nesting Weaver chose to treat each other like passing gas where you know it is there, but you try your best to pretend it is not, especially if you are the source.
They ignored each other, but their facial expressions and minor cues showed they were acutely aware of the other's presence. On any other day, they might have kept it up for a few minutes before the simmering cauldron boiled over, exploding from a verbal spar into a solid ten-minute brawl.
But for now, things remained calm. Better yet, they both had something else to occupy their minds. That did not completely eliminate the chance of a fight breaking out, of course, after all, the fights were almost a daily ritual now. It would probably feel awkward if they did not exchange a few punches and claw attacks here and there.
