Wen Qing is probably taking her training with Zidian more seriously than she has ever taken weapons training before, simply since she doesn't want to bring shame to the man who was gracious enough to trust her with his trademark heirloom weapon.

Only, grit and determination don't make up for lack of experience, she excels in throwing needles and has solid sword knowledge. She's never even wielded a whip until Zidian, let alone one as strange as Zidian that doesn't even have a handle, but rather has the crackling band of energy come directly out of the ring on her finger. Purple electricity dances wildly over her hand while she trains with it, strands of it connecting the ring to the snake bracelet part of Zidian on her wrist.

She whirls around, the length of the whip curling around the tree trunk she has been massacring but it doesn't hold on tight and cut through the trunk like she wanted it to, instead slipping to the ground.

She huffs, glaring at her hand in frustration before cutting the spiritual energy she had been feeding it.

She looks around. "You can come out now. I can feel someone is watching me."