150 Intellectual Accumen

Qilin blew out a puff of spoke: "Hmm. It's strange to find in someone not part of our world. Her history doesn't suggest that she has gone through anything drastically traumatic. Perhaps it's her natural disposition? It's intriguing."

Tu Nianzu muttered under his breath: "There's nothing intriguing. She just doesn't know what true fear is."

Qilin's voice contained humor: "Hmm?"

Elder Tu looked into Tu Nianzu's eyes the same way he had looked into Li Xiuying's. He slowly released a fraction of his cold murderous aura. 

Tu Nianzu gripped the arms of his chair and swallowed hard. His grandfather had never so much as said a word of chastisement before let alone stare him down in such a way.

Elder Tu sighed and reigned in his aura. Perhaps he had been too soft on this grandson of his. 

Elder Tu: "Nianzu, continue to speak with your uncle." He stood up and left the room.