[ Mo Ran goes still, eyes going wide again. ] Peach Blossom Springs. [ It's faint, barely an echo of Chu Wanning's words. It feels like Mo Ran's world has dropped out from under him, and he stares at his shizun, impolite and improper. ]
Shizun. I'm nearly twenty-two.[ He flounders a little, rubbing the back of his neck again, and almost wishing he was in robes so he could fiddle with his sleeves. ] Peach Blossom Springs was over five years ago.
[ So Chu Wanning didn't come with him from the village. That's fine. It's still his shizun and he's still determined to respect him and cherish him and be the best disciple he can possibly be. In fact, it might be for the best.
He finally drops his gaze, looking at the hem of Chu Wanning's robes. At least he's managed to keep them from getting soaked for the moment, although Mo Ran still doesn't understand how. ]
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Shizun. I'm nearly twenty-two.[ He flounders a little, rubbing the back of his neck again, and almost wishing he was in robes so he could fiddle with his sleeves. ] Peach Blossom Springs was over five years ago.
[ So Chu Wanning didn't come with him from the village. That's fine. It's still his shizun and he's still determined to respect him and cherish him and be the best disciple he can possibly be. In fact, it might be for the best.
He finally drops his gaze, looking at the hem of Chu Wanning's robes. At least he's managed to keep them from getting soaked for the moment, although Mo Ran still doesn't understand how. ]