[Gently?]
Surprisinlgy enough, the Qilin snorted, and this voice echoed across thier minds even though the mouth didn't move.
The voice boomed through their minds, not their ears, a divine telepathic whisper that somehow slapped harder than a thousand Jade Palm techniques.
The Qilin's mouth didn't move, but her thoughts erupted across the soulscape like a disappointed mother catching her son dual-cultivating with a housemaid in the sect library.
"I-It can talk?" Huo Lingxue stammered.
The Qilin turned her massive head slightly, like an empress inspecting bugs at a tea party.
[Speak again, mortal girl, and I will char your organs into incense.]
"…oh."
Huo Lingxue quietly chose silence over cremation.
Su Xiaobai, however…
"…Gently. Yes." He smiled nervously, sweat dripping like spiritual regret. "As in, 'gently parent with discipline, honor, and minimal third-degree burns.' You know, the classical way."
