[The shout pulls him from his reverie and he dives out of the way of the light on instinct, rolling to a clumsy stop before shooting to his feet. Chenqing is already at his lips again when his gaze shifts to take in the new arrival and he falters, fingers stilling on the flute.
It's...a young girl? Maybe his age, maybe younger. Definitely not a Wen.
Still a threat, angered voices whisper in his head and he narrows his eyes at the scorch marks on the ground from the energy blast she'd sent out. She doesn't look like a cultivator but he isn't stupid enough to think cultivators are the only people who still know how to draw on power.
He gathers resentful energy around his body and fixes her with a hard look.]
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It's...a young girl? Maybe his age, maybe younger. Definitely not a Wen.
Still a threat, angered voices whisper in his head and he narrows his eyes at the scorch marks on the ground from the energy blast she'd sent out. She doesn't look like a cultivator but he isn't stupid enough to think cultivators are the only people who still know how to draw on power.
He gathers resentful energy around his body and fixes her with a hard look.]
Who the hell are you?