[ Sometimes, Wei Wuxian has reeked of the wrong sort of cultivation. Not precisely demonic but not-not, and it raises the hairs on a person's neck to hear him commanding the souls of the dead. Xichen experiences something not dissimilar when a cloud of ... butterflies rushes past him to inflict massive amounts of damage on the surging tide of corpses hauling their way over the docks. He shields his face on instinct and when peering over his sleeve he catches sight of the red-clad man who, for a brief moment, has him wondering if his brother-in-law has changed outfits, but then the glimmering tide of wings thins out and he finds himself looking at a one-eyed stranger.
Hairs rise. A shiver runs down his spine. That isn't enough to secure a conviction or opinion on, though. Once his hair is done being fluttered around with, he straightens in the quiet of brief respite that the other sword-bearing man has created, and even turns to face him for a quick bow. ]
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Hairs rise. A shiver runs down his spine. That isn't enough to secure a conviction or opinion on, though. Once his hair is done being fluttered around with, he straightens in the quiet of brief respite that the other sword-bearing man has created, and even turns to face him for a quick bow. ]
Thank you, master. That was ... timely.