My Turn
Old Wan was staring at Ryu calmly. He could feel that something about this young man had changed, and many of the plans he had made seemed not to apply properly anymore.
For a moment, it felt like there was a game of Domain between the two and the world shuddered. But the facade… was broken by a voice that was barely as strong as a whisper, so low that it felt like a butterfly was flapping its wings. If not for their cultivations, they might not have heard her at all.
"Ryu… what… what happened?"
Aika looked up with a pale face, her eyes almost pleading. She couldn't seem to bring herself to look at Old Wan as she begged Ryu for an explanation that could wish what she was feeling away.