Ah. Ling Qi and her carriages are always the precursors to some truely fire business. Hype af rn.Ling Qi looked up to her mother, seated on the bench across from her and raised an eyebrow. The older woman heaved a sigh, and gave a little nod. Ling Qi tapped the shutters on the wall beside her and they swung open revealing the blurring dark green and brown and shadowed black of the path whipping by outside. None of the wind screaming outside the carriage made its way in, past the thin film of qi she could feel which blocked it even from the open window.