"Surely not," Yang Qing quietly murmured to himself, chuckling even as he did, in the hope that maybe the laugh would prove just how ridiculous his fears were.
He wouldn't put it past Shitong to lie about something like this. And just as he knew Shitong, the reverse was also true. Yang Shitong was intimately familiar with Yang Qing's fears. It wasn't like Yang Qing had gone to great lengths to hide them.
The morning cursing ritual he did for Old Lei, hoping he wouldn't run into him at the Tower. Or the evening cursing ritual he performed when he did, in fact, end up meeting Old Lei, and things turned out every bit as terrifying as he had expected, leaving him with no choice but to curse the fiend with incense sticks and relentless hope because, with his paltry cultivation base, that was the only payback he could manage for all the torment.
