He really wants to throw something like he did when he was younger. People used to criticize his temperament but they never understood how satisfying it was to take an object and just smash it to smithereens. Personally, he'd always found it very therapeutic, but it wasn't considered 'appropriate behavior' so he had to stop doing it... in public. Magically hidden treasure vaults were fun!

Ling scowls suddenly, shaking his head. "Why would you tell me this? What difference does it make then? Are you trying to tell me because of my family and the Wens you can't be with me?" Call him a spoiled brat, but since when did a prostitute get to tell a sect leader he wasn't allowed to keep him! That wasn't fair!