[ Humour should not inundate him, at a time when they barely crawl, strength recovering on the footsteps of obstinacy. He does not touch, but yet keeps his sword at the ready to pronounce itself a crutch before Chu Wanning, should the man cripple and fall, should its force be required.
And then, harder than the gainless gait of their ongoing journey, the pronouncement: the exit, as if it is a goal reachable, a matter known. Wherefore lies the threshold, the point of their departure? Master Chu, mercy.
He narrows his focus, his efforts to this: their transport, however ill-advised. ]
Do not make of me a killer of negligence. [ But perhaps it is not jest that humbles Chu Wanning's ambition. In this, he corrects himself: ] No man stewards your welfare here?
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And then, harder than the gainless gait of their ongoing journey, the pronouncement: the exit, as if it is a goal reachable, a matter known. Wherefore lies the threshold, the point of their departure? Master Chu, mercy.
He narrows his focus, his efforts to this: their transport, however ill-advised. ]
Do not make of me a killer of negligence. [ But perhaps it is not jest that humbles Chu Wanning's ambition. In this, he corrects himself: ] No man stewards your welfare here?