Jin Ling. Jin Ling was using his wards? He almost grins - except Jiang Cheng is still glaring at him and he does have some sense of self-preservation, however slight, so he reigns it in.
(Still, Jin Ling using his wards!)
"I haven't taught him anything," he holds his hands up defensively, mind already scrambling for some kind of explanation, because the only time Jin Ling's ever come to him about anything it was yesterday, and that definitely hadn't been about wards. Then it hits him.
"Jin Guangyao!" he says suddenly "He had a lot of my old books, remember? That's how Mo Xuanyu found- anyway. Jin Ling must have found them. I'm sure I wrote this one down."
That doesn't answer the other question, though, about why Jin Ling would expend so much energy creating his whole army warded doupengs (and, damn, their nephew had a strong core if he managed that much warding in one go).
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Jin Ling. Jin Ling was using his wards? He almost grins - except Jiang Cheng is still glaring at him and he does have some sense of self-preservation, however slight, so he reigns it in.
(Still, Jin Ling using his wards!)
"I haven't taught him anything," he holds his hands up defensively, mind already scrambling for some kind of explanation, because the only time Jin Ling's ever come to him about anything it was yesterday, and that definitely hadn't been about wards. Then it hits him.
"Jin Guangyao!" he says suddenly "He had a lot of my old books, remember? That's how Mo Xuanyu found- anyway. Jin Ling must have found them. I'm sure I wrote this one down."
That doesn't answer the other question, though, about why Jin Ling would expend so much energy creating his whole army warded doupengs (and, damn, their nephew had a strong core if he managed that much warding in one go).
"He didn't even mention any of this yesterday."
...he probably shouldn't have said that...