Cai'er stared at Spark's outstretched arms in confusion. One couldn't blame her—after all, the concept of a handshake was foreign to her.
Seeing her confusion, Spark quickly retracted his hand. "Oh, sorry. It's a custom I think I used to do…" Spark said, still sticking with his amnesia story.
Cai'er shook her head slightly. "It's no worries, sir, I—" Unfortunately, before she could finish, she was cut off by Spark.
"Please, can you stop it with the 'sir'? It's making me uncomfortable… we're probably around the same age."
On hearing this, Cai'er's eyes lit up with curiosity. "Sorry, I addressed you as such because that's how most cultivators like being addressed by us regulars," she explained with a smile.
Now she was really curious what Spark looked like underneath the bandages.
Heading back to his seat, he shook his head in dismissal. "Whatever. I'm not others. Address me by my name—Spark. And while you're at it, get to the details on the healing you spoke about."
