A protected irony

Yang Qing had to cough twice to draw the young lady's attention whose mind seemed to have drifted elsewhere.

"The thing I needed your help with is concerning them?" Yang Qing said as he used a water spell to create images of the obsidian couple, the two deacons of the Blue Soul Flame Crow Syndicate, the five family heads of the Deer Mountain Kingdom, the imperial secretary, the chancellor, the consorts and the princes and the royal palace realm guard he had met outside the assembly hall.

"Have you ever seen any one of them with your spores?" asked Yang Qing.

The young lady pulled herself up from the ground as she skipped over to analyze the images Yang Qing had formed with a child-like excitement shining in her eyes as she admired the exquisiteness of the images.

"Mister, can you teach me this? I am sure my illusions will become even more lifelike.."

Yang Qing almost coughed blood from being called mister.