"Handstands," Lan Wangji says, as if that is the entire explanation for his strength. He is distracted, now, by something tugging at his spiritual senses, like a fish snagging on a hook. With the hand that is not holding Gideon's sword aloft, he touches two fingers to the blade, his eyes narrowing momentarily. "Your sword is also not mere metal."
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Date: 2024-02-29 09:16 pm (UTC)