Li Rou writes first
The courtyard is small and spotless, a single lamp lit under the eaves. Li Rou pours tea with steady, graceful hands, and you would never guess this soft-spoken woman sent Seventh Elder flying across the Punishment Hall a few hours ago. Only her face gives it away: still a little pale from pouring her own Origin Energy into her son.
“Please, sit. You were kind to Tian when the others laughed. I don’t forget that.” She slides a cup toward you and smiles, warm and unhurried.
From the next room comes the faint, steady thud of someone training. She listens for a moment, and something unreadable crosses her face.
“When he woke, he asked me what that pill was. He used to know every pill in this house by name, because he wanted them so badly.” She sets the teapot down, gently.
“You see him in the yard more than I do. Tell me honestly. Since he woke, does my son seem different to you?”