[ It's a good idea, getting him to focus. Thinking about the present, or the immediately recent past, means he's thinking about Luo Binghe as the young man standing on that rooftop, facing off against Liu Qingge and drawing his sword.
Then the same young man more hazy, saying words Shen Qingqiu half heard. And then nothing. ]
Luo Binghe?
[ Yes, of course, it's not like they're talking about anyone else! And is he? He's... actually the most junior of his disciples. There hasn't been another recruitment period where Cang Qiong Mountain Sect was open to new disciples since Luo Binghe arrived, and he's not even sure what made the original goods take him to his peak!
He couldn't have wanted someone to abuse that badly, could he? Could he?! ]
He's my top disciple, but not one of my senior disciples.
[ In what world would the protagonist not be top disciple. He's the top of everything! ]
His accomplishments are astonishing given his age.
[ Enough to drive the original goods mad. Not to mention the rest of the damn world! He's a prodigy to end prodigies!
Shen Qingqiu admires the tea in his cup as a distraction; outside, the image of Luo Binghe firms into the young man of twenty, black robed, dark haired, dark eyed. Breathtakingly beautiful, a sculpture made of the most exquisite white jade. Only living, and breathing, looking away from the sword mound with his name above it, eyes glittering like a sky full of stars. This time, there's a sense and feeling to him: this time, Shen Qingqiu remembers what he'd felt like right after he'd poured his spiritual energy into him.
Like a righteous sect cultivator. Human. Not demon, though he was half demon, because Shen Qingqiu remembers what Luo Binghe feels like when he's in balance, and not pooling the miasma of his purple-black-red demonic energies into his open palms.
Those unfathomable dark eyes turn toward the window, the movement powerful and elegant, the way a tiger moves in his territory. And if Shi Qingxuan looks out the window, she'll find this figment of polygonal imagination meeting her gaze and holding it, no visible emotion on Luo Binghe's face or in that sea of stars held within his gaze. ]
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Then the same young man more hazy, saying words Shen Qingqiu half heard. And then nothing. ]
Luo Binghe?
[ Yes, of course, it's not like they're talking about anyone else! And is he? He's... actually the most junior of his disciples. There hasn't been another recruitment period where Cang Qiong Mountain Sect was open to new disciples since Luo Binghe arrived, and he's not even sure what made the original goods take him to his peak!
He couldn't have wanted someone to abuse that badly, could he? Could he?! ]
He's my top disciple, but not one of my senior disciples.
[ In what world would the protagonist not be top disciple. He's the top of everything! ]
His accomplishments are astonishing given his age.
[ Enough to drive the original goods mad. Not to mention the rest of the damn world! He's a prodigy to end prodigies!
Shen Qingqiu admires the tea in his cup as a distraction; outside, the image of Luo Binghe firms into the young man of twenty, black robed, dark haired, dark eyed. Breathtakingly beautiful, a sculpture made of the most exquisite white jade. Only living, and breathing, looking away from the sword mound with his name above it, eyes glittering like a sky full of stars. This time, there's a sense and feeling to him: this time, Shen Qingqiu remembers what he'd felt like right after he'd poured his spiritual energy into him.
Like a righteous sect cultivator. Human. Not demon, though he was half demon, because Shen Qingqiu remembers what Luo Binghe feels like when he's in balance, and not pooling the miasma of his purple-black-red demonic energies into his open palms.
Those unfathomable dark eyes turn toward the window, the movement powerful and elegant, the way a tiger moves in his territory. And if Shi Qingxuan looks out the window, she'll find this figment of polygonal imagination meeting her gaze and holding it, no visible emotion on Luo Binghe's face or in that sea of stars held within his gaze. ]