When the woman started to fly, other people started to take notice. An old man resting on a bench stared openly, confused and verging on disgusted for these sort of goings on in a public place. Li Hua took half a step back, hands dropping from her hips and her face not betraying whether she felt the same way as their audience or if she was threatened or any strong emotion at all other than an attentive frown. If this was some kind of parlour trick she would be asking for more than secrets for her performance. If she were attuned with the power of her chi or gifted by an elder she wouldn't make such light of the power by turning herself into a spectacle. This must have been one of those Western metahuman things; they seemed to like a flair for the dramatic, with the costumes and the romance as a whole part of their being.
"What do you benefit from a secret of mine?" Li Hua had to ask. As far as she knew, a person's name was enough of a secret for a xian-- djinn-- genie-- people of the xian jing who used words to exert control over the man who stumbled wantonly into their realm. Maybe in reality they needed something a little juicier and it was called 'blackmail' instead of 'magic'. What a stranger on the side of the street knew was of little consequence to Li Hua, though, as beautiful and mystical as she assumed to be.