[ The nod, war spoils and Jin Guangyao, reduced for it: a man and the immensity of his ignorance, his stripped powers, the absence of his rank. What advantage does the chief cultivator wield in exile? Only a name, struggling to seep and fill the expanding negative space around his narrowed self-importance.
There is cruelty in Lan Wangji, a fire that can burn the world. It was known before, when it surrendered the house of Wen to arson. When he caught and held Jiang Cheng's eye, and whisked away his one brother, and now he keeps him — strains not to let him slip between fingers, no easier than the scorn he bears the shrivelled, once-golden cup of malice before him.
He does not release the silence spell. An incense stick may yet burn for the pleasure. Before dismissing himself returned to the mirage of sweeping, gregarious figures around them, he only ropes his arms as is custom, bends his back in a long bow, and — ]
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There is cruelty in Lan Wangji, a fire that can burn the world. It was known before, when it surrendered the house of Wen to arson. When he caught and held Jiang Cheng's eye, and whisked away his one brother, and now he keeps him — strains not to let him slip between fingers, no easier than the scorn he bears the shrivelled, once-golden cup of malice before him.
He does not release the silence spell. An incense stick may yet burn for the pleasure. Before dismissing himself returned to the mirage of sweeping, gregarious figures around them, he only ropes his arms as is custom, bends his back in a long bow, and — ]
Health and blessings to Lianfang-Zun.
[ He will need them, even as Wangji retires. ]