Mira blinked at the question, her golden eyes confused. "I... what? No, I'm not a cultivator at all. I'm just... I'm just a commoner."
She stood from her chair, wringing her hands nervously, her tail swishing with agitation.
"I don't understand why you're asking me this. I'm weak. I have no talent. My ex-husband left because I couldn't even reach Bronze Realm after years of trying. I'm nobody special—just a mother trying to raise her son and keep food on the table and—"
She was rambling now, backing away slightly, her words tumbling out in a nervous stream.
"—and I appreciate you being kind to Kael, I really do, but I don't see what any of this has to do with cultivation or why your wives took my son or why we're alone and—"
Behind her, she heard the scrape of wood on wood.
Tianlong had stood from his chair.
Mira's words faltered as she sensed him moving. The small house suddenly felt even smaller, his presence filling every inch of space.
