Unlike the cultivators here, Gu Xiang wears her sleeves tight to her arms; the tip of the blade draws a long, straight line that stings like ice across the back of Gu Xiang's forearm. As soon as air hits it, though, the cut burns. As soon as she lands, Gu Xiang holds up her arm to show off the slash; a single, cherry-red drop of blood slides down to stain the churned mud and slush.
"You cut me right open!" she says with a kind of menacing glee. "Mysterious orphan who grew up in jail, huh? I guess you're a ghost after all!"
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Date: 2024-04-13 12:59 pm (UTC)"You cut me right open!" she says with a kind of menacing glee. "Mysterious orphan who grew up in jail, huh? I guess you're a ghost after all!"