[ Mistaken for a cultivator, for a pair of fresh working hands, a surgeon knowing of the ways to stitch back the tissue of the natural where it strikes thin membranes of sorcery, hits the pillar-bone of the essence of the dead.
To be a cultivator now, in the wake of the Lanling Jin downfall, is to keep one's back bowed and the gaze short, to breathe humbly. To know there are shortcomings in your learning, and they have poisoned the well of collective tolerance. To accept you stand not above disrepute, but knees-deep and ankles drenched and the rise of that mud swell on your thighs and your hips and your hands.
To be a cultivator is to bathe among stains and absorb disaster. But the man Xie Lian was so educated, and he trades the coin of his past like kind, common ground to care for. For moments on a bead string, Lan Wangji has no answer. Sharpens, quick and certain, and stills thereafter, hand cold over braids of straw. It strikes him, stupidly, he cannot remember if he meant to raise it forth or set it down, or exile it, to the no man's land of the floor they neglect, as if invisible attendants will rise to correct their errors. ]
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To be a cultivator now, in the wake of the Lanling Jin downfall, is to keep one's back bowed and the gaze short, to breathe humbly. To know there are shortcomings in your learning, and they have poisoned the well of collective tolerance. To accept you stand not above disrepute, but knees-deep and ankles drenched and the rise of that mud swell on your thighs and your hips and your hands.
To be a cultivator is to bathe among stains and absorb disaster. But the man Xie Lian was so educated, and he trades the coin of his past like kind, common ground to care for. For moments on a bead string, Lan Wangji has no answer. Sharpens, quick and certain, and stills thereafter, hand cold over braids of straw. It strikes him, stupidly, he cannot remember if he meant to raise it forth or set it down, or exile it, to the no man's land of the floor they neglect, as if invisible attendants will rise to correct their errors. ]
I thank my parents the wealth of their qi.
[ What else may he do, before flattery? ]