C141 Psychosis

Shen Wuyou gazed at Guanyue perched atop the sand dune, his mind swirling with confusion.

"What's gotten into her?"

Chiying shook her head, explaining, "As the moon climbed high, she emerged from your tent, seemingly oblivious to your calls. She just stood on that dune and began to sit in meditation."

"Is she practicing her cultivation?" Shen Wuyou inquired.

The meditative pose, legs crossed