Book 3: Chapter 15: The Call
For a few moments, Sen didn’t know how to feel as vying emotions went to war inside his chest. A small part of him rankled at the knowledge that he was, once more, under the watchful eyes of a minder. Even though he’d suspected all of those bodies had been Lo Meifeng’s work, he was still shocked to see that she was actually alive. Part of him had truly believed she was dead. An irrational piece of his heart was deeply angry at the woman for leaving them behind when she went back to the city. The feeling that won out, in the end, was a profound, overwhelming, complicated sort of relief.
The knowledge of her survival eased the guilt he’d been carrying around for weeks. The fact of her return lessened the burden of providing protection for him and Lifen. Mostly, though, he discovered that he was almost disturbingly relieved that he no longer needed to lead. Lifen had provided input and advice, but left the final decisions up to him, as though his handful of months on the road before somehow qualified him to ensure their survival. Sen had found it a task for which he felt wholly, utterly unfit. Not sure how he should treat the returned minder, Sen just cocked an eyebrow at her?
“What bet?”
“About which way you would go,” said an all-too-smug Lo Meifeng.
“So, I’m predictable,” said Sen. “That’s reassuring.”
“Not really. You only had so many options. Well, you only had so many sane options. You’re not stupid. You’ve been heading south for a long time now. Tactically speaking, a change in direction made sense. It was just a question of whether you’d do it here or farther south. I bet myself a silver tael that you’d pick here.”
“Congratulations?” asked Sen, not sure if it was entirely warranted.
“Thank you,” said Lo Meifeng. “So, what’s the plan?”
Sen stared at the woman in utter disbelief. “You’re joking, right?”
“Didn’t you figure it out, yet? My plan was only ever to keep you alive. Running away and hiding were the best ways to do that, so we’ve been running and hiding. My plan never went beyond that. As long as we’re going to keep doing that, I don’t need to call the shots.”
“We’ve been running and hiding. You’ve been doing other things. I saw your handiwork back there.”
Lifen piped up then. “Handiwork? What are you talking about?”
“You didn’t tell her?” asked Lo Meifeng with a bit of genuine surprise.
Sen shrugged. “They were dead. I didn’t see the point.”
“Who was dead?” demanded Lifen, her voice laced with concern and anger.
With a sigh, Sen explained. “Lo Meifeng has been busy on her vacation. If you went back and searched the woods around the road the way we came, you’d find bodies. A lot of them. I assume those were people hunting for us.”
Lo Meifeng nodded. “They were.”
Lifen punched Sen in the arm. Sen thought she must have put a lot of effort into that punch because he felt a bit of a sting where it landed.
“You didn’t tell me?!”
“Tell you what? You already knew we were being chased. Those people were already dead. Did you want to see the bodies?”
“You should have told me that they were that close.”
“Oh, by the countless hells. Why?”
Lifen seemed lost for a moment before she said, “So that I would know.”
“Again, why? What would knowing have accomplished other than making you worry more than you already were?”
The low burn of anger that had been building up inside of Sen vanished beneath a flood of emotional fatigue. “Because I knew going back was stupid. Getting Lifen killed, getting myself killed, all in some attempt to save someone who might not need saving, would have been stupid.”
“Yes, it would have been,” said Lo Meifeng. “Listen to me, Sen. Leaving people you know behind, especially when you think they’ll die, it’s hard. It should be hard. Cultivators treat life pretty cheaply a lot of the time. The heavens know that I do. Still, we make friends and form relationships. As hard as it is, though, leaving people behind is also necessary sometimes.”
“So, how are you supposed to live with it afterward?”
“Everyone finds their own way. For most people, it’s by doing their best that make sure those sacrifices weren’t for nothing.”
“For you?”
“Oh, well, I take a different approach.”
Sen gave her a sidelong glance. “Care to share?”
Lo Meifeng considered that question for almost a full mile before she answered. “When one of my friends gets killed, I find the people who did it.”
“And?”
She shrugged. “And what you’d expect. I murder them all.”
“Does it help?” asked Sen, not really surprised by the answer.
“It helps me. I’m not sure if it would help someone else.”
“What if they’re more powerful than you are?”
“That’s what lists, patience, and poison are for.”
Sen gave her a sharp look. “What exactly is it that you do for Master Feng?”
She smirked. “I solve problems.”
Sen decided not to pursue clarification about what that meant. They walked next to each other for a little way before Lo Meifeng bumped his arm with her shoulder. He glanced over at her.
“Yes?”
“I’m glad you didn’t go back looking for me. But I appreciate that you wanted to, even though you don’t like me.”
“Oh, I like you fine. It’s your job I can’t stand. Besides, even Lifen wanted to go back for you.”
That caught Lo Meifeng off-guard, and she would have tripped if Sen hadn’t caught her arm. She gave him an incredulous look before sneaking a glance over her shoulder at the younger woman. She gave a frustrated shake of her head.
“I may have been a bit too hard on that girl.”
“How so?” asked Sen.
Lo Meifeng waved the question away. “I just said some things that, in hindsight, may have been ill-considered.”
With that, Lo Meifeng dropped back to walk with Lifen. Sen heard the quiet sounds of their voices but made a concerted effort not to listen in. He finally called up a light breeze to carry their voices away from him. It wasn’t that he wasn’t curious. He was burning with curiosity, but Lo Meifeng had clearly meant for it to be a private conversation. That made it something that was simply not his business. Instead, he focused inward for a time, consciously cultivating instead of letting his passive cultivation handle the process. He was about ready to condense a bit more liquid qi. Now that Lo Meifeng was back to pick up some of the slack for keeping them safe, he might even get the opportunity. He was idly poking at that ribbon of strange qi in his dantian when he felt something he hadn’t felt for months. He stopped in his tracks, his eyes focused on the distance. He’d felt a tug on his soul.
