[ They are not cut out for these types of hunts, this is a kind of macabre hunt that is rarely seen every hundred years or so and stored in written texts in the Cloud Recesses library pavilion. Xichen's gaze sweeps the deadened land, poisoned by the hidden slice of a cursed organ, and he startles to see the roots of a tree snarled around Wangji's wrist without warning.
He does not retreat; Shuoyue flashes in a wink of silver to sever the roots higher up. ]
With me.
[ A grip hooks under Wangji's arm to tug him back, past the perimeter to safety so they can judge the soured space better. ]
no subject
He does not retreat; Shuoyue flashes in a wink of silver to sever the roots higher up. ]
With me.
[ A grip hooks under Wangji's arm to tug him back, past the perimeter to safety so they can judge the soured space better. ]