The words stayed exactly where he'd put them.
'I am a dual cultivator.'
The formation light hummed. The herbs exhaled. The waterfall's percussion came through the cave walls as a constant low note beneath everything else, and Wei Lingyue and Chen Yun sat with the statement for approximately four seconds before they both spoke at once.
"What the hell," Chen Yun said.
"What the hell," Wei Lingyue said.
They looked at each other. The specific expression of two women who have just discovered an unexpected point of agreement.
Cang said nothing.
Chen Yun turned back to him. "What the 'hell' are you talking about," she said, with the precision of someone who wants the sentence completed properly this time.
"Dual cultivation," he said. "The practice of—"
