[ What is this, a gift? Some kind of peace offering? Yan Zhengming lifts his hand to brush that irritating piece of silk away. ]
...
[ Instead, he grabs it, the sparkle of the charm finally manifesting itself before his eyes. Carefully, he holds it up, and lets his spiritual consciousness move through the material.
Then he throws it in the air, and attempts to destroy it with a burst of sword energy.
The little piece of ribbon sparks and shimmers, then floats down unharmed. This is truly Yan Zhengming's own puppet charm, completely resisting an attack from its maker.
He stares at it, resting peacefully on the ground. Then he lifts his eyes to Cheng Qian. ]
This... can't be real. What kind of array have I fallen into?
[ Cheng Qian didn't have an intact puppet charm on him when he died, so how could have this one?
Yan Zhengming feels a sharp pain in his chest. Wanting so desperately for this to be real, but knowing deeply it can't be: this competing desire and fundamental truth swirl together inside his body, disturbing the flow of his qi. His peach-blossom eyes abruptly become black, bottomless wells, as dark energy begins to gather around him.
He has just arrived in this place, his powers have not settled, his energy sea was already vulnerable. All this, combined with the strange feeling he'd experienced gazing into Xiao Cheng's eyes... ]
Who are you, why do you wear his face, how do you have my puppet charm? This kind of insolence, do you think I will simply bear it?
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[ Instead, he grabs it, the sparkle of the charm finally manifesting itself before his eyes. Carefully, he holds it up, and lets his spiritual consciousness move through the material.
Then he throws it in the air, and attempts to destroy it with a burst of sword energy.
The little piece of ribbon sparks and shimmers, then floats down unharmed. This is truly Yan Zhengming's own puppet charm, completely resisting an attack from its maker.
He stares at it, resting peacefully on the ground. Then he lifts his eyes to Cheng Qian. ]
This... can't be real. What kind of array have I fallen into?
[ Cheng Qian didn't have an intact puppet charm on him when he died, so how could have this one?
Yan Zhengming feels a sharp pain in his chest. Wanting so desperately for this to be real, but knowing deeply it can't be: this competing desire and fundamental truth swirl together inside his body, disturbing the flow of his qi. His peach-blossom eyes abruptly become black, bottomless wells, as dark energy begins to gather around him.
He has just arrived in this place, his powers have not settled, his energy sea was already vulnerable. All this, combined with the strange feeling he'd experienced gazing into Xiao Cheng's eyes... ]
Who are you, why do you wear his face, how do you have my puppet charm? This kind of insolence, do you think I will simply bear it?