Getting Along? Sisters?

Whew, whew….

Nine steadied her wavering body and mind.

Even if Desia was family—her little sister—she was still someone else.

She was different from Pou, a dharma artifact, or Geumhae, who was practically one with her.

She pushed back the forced panic beginning to well up with the immense mental strength she'd gained upon reaching Qi Refining 2nd Star.

Even so, her hands and feet trembled, and her gaze naturally plunged toward the ground.

“C-could you take a little step back? Yeah, there. Just one more step….”

Desia, mouth hanging open, stumbled backward as if entranced by Nine's request.

“That's good. Right there.”

She had led her all the way to the kitchen table, far from the living room...