Ointment and Enlightenment
The afternoon sunlight filtered through the training hall windows, painting long golden streaks across the wooden floor.
Yana Tyson sat quietly on a resting chair near the edge of the training ground.
Her injured arm rested against her body while her orange eyes stared blankly ahead.
Unfortunately, her mind wasn't blank at all.
It was filled with a certain black-haired man.
More specifically...
A certain idiot's ridiculous thoughts.
Her cheeks heated up again.
"Dragon..."
"Caves..."
"Future children..."
"What kind of person even thinks like that?"
Yana gritted her teeth.
The more she tried to forget, the more those thoughts replayed in her head.
A few disciples passed outside the training hall.
The sounds of training echoed faintly in the distance.
Gradually, Yana calmed down.
She took several deep breaths.
Her cultivation heart stabilized.
"Forget it."
"He's just an idiot."
She slowly stood from her chair.
Her arm still hurt.
