To the Continent of Demons

"You have quite the skill. Did you have a teacher?"

Hu Baihe asked, evidently curious about Ming Yue's past. Although it was a quick fight, she could not dismiss the skills she saw. Rather, the sensations she felt from fighting Ming Yue. That was something she could not ignore. 

"No, I have no formal teacher. I've only been learning here and there but I am mostly self taught."

"I see. Despite your age, it seems that you've gone through a number of experiences. Now you will be sent into the middle of a war. At the very least, you have the skill to fight back and escape on your own."

Hu Baihe did not speak with a tone of pity, it was flat and cold, solemn even. 

Ming Yue found it strange as the atmosphere between them was unusual. 

"Is there something wrong?"

She asked, not wanting to beat around the bush. 

The two continued walking as the question was asked. There was a slight silence before the Guardian Fang spoke.