Right about now, with that scary thought dangling in her mind, the idea of Yang Qing playing mind games with her just to eat her later didn't sound all that bad to the cicada.
At least if she got eaten, she'd know it, unlike the alternative, where some foreign qi had been planted in her body and she had no idea who had done it, when they did it, or why.
"Is it really in me?" the cicada hesitantly asked as she looked up at Yang Qing.
"It is," said Yang Qing, with a tone that was both gentle and at the same time carried some austerity to it.
He may not be able to read the cicada's mind, but given the news he'd shared, he could, on some level, imagine her worries.
Any cultivator in her position would be unsettled after learning they had foreign qi inside them without their knowledge.
The cultivation world was chaotic, dark, and insidious. To survive in it, cultivators always had to keep their guard up because even a moment of carelessness could spell disaster.
