Jin Ling stops himself. He can't really bring himself to admit Nie-zongzhu and his Xiaoshu are similar people even if maybe it was true to an extent. Also what would that say about his Jiujiu?
"No.. you're right. There has to be another explanation.." Which isn't exactly what Zizhen said. He rubs his temples feeling a headache coming on. He just really needs to get to the bottom of this. What if he built a really big army? They could just go and.. well, there wasn't a given entity to go fight. That was the whole problem! If there was a clear enemy Jiang Cheng would've cut them down by now.
"How do I fight something like this?!" He shouts in frustration. Wasn't there some spell the Lan clan had that could talk to dead people? What if he talked to his Xiaoshu? Who could cast that spell for him? Could he do it? He looks toward the mirror, lost in thought, not really hearing anything Zizhen might be saying.
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"I'll go," Jingyi interrupts them. He gets to his feet and starts straightening his arms. "Trust me, Wei-qianbei, I can get it out of her."
Lan Zhan frowns uncertain he likes this plan, but considers their other options. "How long did it take you to make the last charm? Wasn't it several hours?" Although maybe it wouldn't take as long since he made one before. He wasn't sure.
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"No.. you're right. There has to be another explanation.." Which isn't exactly what Zizhen said. He rubs his temples feeling a headache coming on. He just really needs to get to the bottom of this. What if he built a really big army? They could just go and.. well, there wasn't a given entity to go fight. That was the whole problem! If there was a clear enemy Jiang Cheng would've cut them down by now.
"How do I fight something like this?!" He shouts in frustration. Wasn't there some spell the Lan clan had that could talk to dead people? What if he talked to his Xiaoshu? Who could cast that spell for him? Could he do it? He looks toward the mirror, lost in thought, not really hearing anything Zizhen might be saying.
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"I'll go," Jingyi interrupts them. He gets to his feet and starts straightening his arms. "Trust me, Wei-qianbei, I can get it out of her."
Lan Zhan frowns uncertain he likes this plan, but considers their other options. "How long did it take you to make the last charm? Wasn't it several hours?" Although maybe it wouldn't take as long since he made one before. He wasn't sure.