Presence

Ning of Red Lotus. The woman had arrived on the sacred seventh floor with a bit of scorn on her face. 

"Ah, Miss Ning, it is nice to meet you again," said the black alchemist that was attending the seventh floor as he pranced to her. His eyebrows rose as he noticed her blatant emotion. He lowered his tone to a concern and said, "Is something the matter, Miss Ning?"

Ning furrowed her brows before she pointed at him, "You should take better care of your students! How dare a nobody like him, just approached me like that?! Who does he think he is?"

"Uh..." the alchemist was taken back before his face contour changed, "What audacity! What is his name? I will set him right."

"Umm...." Ning glanced to the side— looking unsure of herself before she raised her chin, "Why should I know, hmph!"