"Thalergy," Lan Wangji repeats, mildly interested. "Bichen was never a living person." With precision, he lifts the blade and looses another burst of sword qi, aimed this time to slice the farthest tips from one branch of a nearby tree, one that is skeletal with the winter.
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Date: 2024-03-26 10:15 pm (UTC)