[ There is a moment, hard and sullen, when he is sixteen again and a fickle, frail boy meets him at cross purpose. When he seeks out Xie Lian's gaze and means to growl, What do you know of my level? For he has shown a fraction of his hand, less of his skill.
If jailed qi were such an impediment, would Wei Ying have allowed him to subsist days on end, unattended? He is reduced, but still the second master of Gusu Lan, its vanguard. He will not be lessened, nor relinquished like a dull blade unworthy of the kiss of the forge.
Still, that heartbeat passes. He feels it, a staggered pulse in his chest, a rocking of his ribs. He concentrates also. ]
We have encountered few dead here. [ In itself, a strange, surprising complication. ] But... infestation. A land sickened.
[ With drought, with sacrifice, with constant curses. With tributes. ]
Why champion atonement, then sin through sacrifice?
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If jailed qi were such an impediment, would Wei Ying have allowed him to subsist days on end, unattended? He is reduced, but still the second master of Gusu Lan, its vanguard. He will not be lessened, nor relinquished like a dull blade unworthy of the kiss of the forge.
Still, that heartbeat passes. He feels it, a staggered pulse in his chest, a rocking of his ribs. He concentrates also. ]
We have encountered few dead here. [ In itself, a strange, surprising complication. ] But... infestation. A land sickened.
[ With drought, with sacrifice, with constant curses. With tributes. ]
Why champion atonement, then sin through sacrifice?