[ A... love song. A love affair. A sophisticated complication of ill-woven truths and blatant lies. He finds himself so awed by the spectacle of this proposition — master Xiao Xingchen, pursued by a man who names himself godly — that he blinks back the start of stupor, briefly distracted from the horrors of the poisoning revealed before them.
Xie Lian, a man possessed by such bizarre chance. His cookery. Before it, his luck with the strange cult keepers of Sa-Hareth. Now... ]
No stain should befall master Xiao Xingchen's honour.
[ He has earned better than this, more than any hand can grant in kindness. Yi city might burn and take root and rebuild and burn again five times over, and the debt owed to this one man will not be repaid.
As for Xie Lian...
...forgive Lan Wangji another moment's questioning glance. ]
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Xie Lian, a man possessed by such bizarre chance. His cookery. Before it, his luck with the strange cult keepers of Sa-Hareth. Now... ]
No stain should befall master Xiao Xingchen's honour.
[ He has earned better than this, more than any hand can grant in kindness. Yi city might burn and take root and rebuild and burn again five times over, and the debt owed to this one man will not be repaid.
As for Xie Lian...
...forgive Lan Wangji another moment's questioning glance. ]
Dissuade idle mouths and their gossip.