The trip back to the Order was largely uneventful, except for one small thing—Wenling. The closer they got, the more petrified she became, repeatedly asking the same question,
"Will I meet terrifying beings like Miss Gu Xing and Miss Meifeng?"
Each time Yang Qing answered with a wide-eyed stare of surprise, she would let out a dramatic sigh brimming with fear, resignation, and despair, before adding a few more words of lamentation.
"I am going to die. I knew it! If I am to die, please let it be quick. Don't let me be slowly played to death!" she pleaded.
Yet, even in such a state, her appetite never left her. She asked Yang Qing for some wine and fruit to serve as her final meal.
What could Yang Qing do except comply? He was really just trying to be kind when he agreed, but his act only seemed to have the opposite effect, sending Wenling into an even greater panic. To her, the fact that Yang Qing granted her request meant there was now a solid chance she really was going to die.
