Terror

Wuyi nodded at his beastmaster. These debates and interactions with Jin were the reasons why Wuyi valued this beastmaster so much. Unlike Yun Ming, who was inconsiderate and direct, Jin comparably had more intellect and empathy.

"You possess considerable mystical knowledge," Wuyi acknowledged.

Jin shook his head, his eyes scanning the forest. "I sense we've disrupted some equilibrium by coming here," he said, disregarding the praise.

"All the more reason to press on," Wuyi declared. "We're not in the business of hunting demonic beast or cultivators, Jin. We want to hunt the beast that killed the elder. I took payment for that."

Jin hesitated. "Young Master," he began, then looked away. "You possess your own mystical arts, don't you?"

Wuyi sighed. He knew what Jin was asking about. He was asking if Wuyi cultivated any Qi that is frowned upon, for example, his shadow Qi. He was being subtle about it, calling it mystical arts instead of demonic Qi.