Though, it had hit him hard when Sizhui had told him that she was here, in this place. His sister was alive and whatever trick of this place that was... he was grateful. The last thing that he really wanted was to show up and in the end none of it be true. He knows that Sizhui wouldn't lie to him about something like that. Neither would Wei Wuxian. Beitang Moran had even known of his sister's name.
As for calling him Master Wei... there were some habits that were hard to break. Even if there was a part of him that wasn't sure what to call the man before him. It wasn't something that he had thought about. Nor would he change the way he addresses the other until he could figure it out. The other was, after all, a very good friend.
So Beitang Moran was political where the other was not. From what he was being told the man was not a cultivator, demonic or otherwise. Though the man was a fighter. It was something that he would remember.
Wei Wuxian had to have been in the place for a while if he was kicking in doors. Even if it was something he could have done for him and wouldn't have had a problem with it, as he would've chosen to do it himself.
"I have fought the tar covered dead."
Luckily, he had not allowed those undead to touch him. That didn't mean that his chains hadn't touched the tar covered dead. Would that tar even do anything to him? Did they even want to find out if it would?
Slipping into the house he lets his eyes roam around the room before back at Wei Wuxian," What is it cursed with?" Was the beacon to be found in this place? "Does it have a specific sound or look?" This beacon that they're looking for.
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Though, it had hit him hard when Sizhui had told him that she was here, in this place. His sister was alive and whatever trick of this place that was... he was grateful. The last thing that he really wanted was to show up and in the end none of it be true. He knows that Sizhui wouldn't lie to him about something like that. Neither would Wei Wuxian. Beitang Moran had even known of his sister's name.
As for calling him Master Wei... there were some habits that were hard to break. Even if there was a part of him that wasn't sure what to call the man before him. It wasn't something that he had thought about. Nor would he change the way he addresses the other until he could figure it out. The other was, after all, a very good friend.
So Beitang Moran was political where the other was not. From what he was being told the man was not a cultivator, demonic or otherwise. Though the man was a fighter. It was something that he would remember.
Wei Wuxian had to have been in the place for a while if he was kicking in doors. Even if it was something he could have done for him and wouldn't have had a problem with it, as he would've chosen to do it himself.
"I have fought the tar covered dead."
Luckily, he had not allowed those undead to touch him. That didn't mean that his chains hadn't touched the tar covered dead. Would that tar even do anything to him? Did they even want to find out if it would?
Slipping into the house he lets his eyes roam around the room before back at Wei Wuxian," What is it cursed with?" Was the beacon to be found in this place? "Does it have a specific sound or look?" This beacon that they're looking for.