Huh, looking back on a whim.
But his attention didn't stick for long after that bit of detail.
Dude might legit have more interest in architecture than people.
Missed that in the midst of Guangli kicking ass
Even in this overwhelming barrage of empathy - Linqin screened Shenhua's emotions, or Ling Qi would likely literally combust.
Luwen refers to the buildings as victims as much as the trees and people."Tomb Masking Vines," Ling Qi blinked at the sound of a gruff voice drew her back to the box. Diao Luwen's eyes had cleared and he was peering down below.
"What do you refer to Father?" Cai Renxiang asked.
"What that boy's cultivation is based on. Nasty pest you need to account for in building west. They grow up around trees and structures, people too if allowed, kill and devour them, leave a hollow shell that looks like the victim behind. Damned mimics. What an irritating child," Diao Luwen spoke in a swift and clipped tone. "I had hoped this business would be short."
But his attention didn't stick for long after that bit of detail.
Dude might legit have more interest in architecture than people.
Missed that in the midst of Guangli kicking ass
Also only visible in its absence."That conclusion is not wrong," Diao Linqin replied, the roses swarmed close, curling around her, examining. "But it is incomplete, you risk giving too much of yourself as you are. Let me show you why you should control your empathy."
Ling Qi felt a prickling in her mind, then a rush of worry and calculation. Renxiang beside her, thoughts racing, an aching pain in her thoughts warring with relief and trepidation. For all her poise, Ling Qi's friend was a mess behind her mask of stoicism, Ling Qi almost reflexively reached for her.
She felt her other friends. Meizhen's calculation, her concern, her pride. Li Suyin's never ending anxiety, the feeling that she was an imposter, undeserving of everything, no matter her accomplishments. She felt Su Ling's dull anger at the world, and far hotter loathing of her own self. She felt Xuan Shi, surrounded by kin but no less lonely for it. Gan Guangli's exhaustion and exultation, his iron confidence and belief in Cai Renxiang. More and more, flashes of bitter resolve in Han Jian, desperate pride and yearning to impress in Xiao Fen. Further, more, flashes from their kinsfolk and friends, pride and concern and wonder and worry. The sorrow of the Sect Head, the empty hollow of an old man who had lost everything close to him, living only in their memory, the other Sect Elders defined forever by loss and vengeance.
More, more, more.It jumbled together, individuals blurring into a maddening cacophony of feeling. It bore down on her, a weight and pressure even greater than the gaze of the Duchess. It was suffocating, anxiety filled Ling Qi, the helpless knowledge that nothing she could do would ever ever reduce this weight, even if she ascended in this very instant nothing could change this awful, dragging weight. It was made even worse, knowing that even this was only the people present at the Argent Peak Sect.
Even in this overwhelming barrage of empathy - Linqin screened Shenhua's emotions, or Ling Qi would likely literally combust.