With the frail look Xia Fang wore, Yang Qing didn't know what to say. In moments like this, silence and an empathetic gaze were often the best comforts one could offer.
Prompted by her question, his restless mind tried to imagine what it would be like if he were in her shoes. Instead of using his clan as the demonitor, Yang Qing's mind instead went for the Order as the context—what if the Order one day succumbed to infighting? What would that environment be like?
But he quickly shook his head, dismissing the thought. Despite his tendency to automatically assume the worst in almost every situation, with little to no effort, this was one scenario he could hardly imagine coming to fruition. It was the one place his paranoia and his active sense of imagination failed him.
