I'll happily go back to training with shizun. There are many things I need to learn and improve, still.
[ that may not be as true as it used to be. while out in the world, experiencing many dangerous situations, mo ran's cultivation has improved drastically and so his physical strength, helping out with labour more often than not. also, his personality has grown mellower, not quite as used to outbursts as before and that helps out his fighting as well. but there are surely things the older man can teach him still, considering how strong he's always been and how many holy weapons he can control: even if this place eats at their energy, they can still be way above average and use that to help out as many people as they can.
he smiles more sweetly, upon seeing that chu wanning is observing him more intently, guessing he's trying to get used to his looks. it must be difficult experiencing this: in the blink of an eye, his teenage disciple has turned into a man. chu wanning always looks as beautiful and pristine as usual, instead; even in this dark place, he's mo ran's light.
he walks to the layers he's discarded to work more easily, rummaging in the inner pocket he's sewn to keep the few precious things he owns. he didn't exactly trust that door with his tethers to appear again and so he's carried with him the things he didn't want to lose and couldn't do without. he tugs out a crudely made book, letters bound together the best he could to make out a thick collection. he turns around while holding that to his chest, just in time to see chu wanning's reaction to his words --it's endearing at best. ]
I don't know if we need to or can eat here --if we do, I would like to have them again. Without chili oil, so you can have them with me. They always instantly made me happy and yet I could never show that to shizun.
[ he offers his letters then, so chu wanning can decide to ignore the talk of wontons if it makes him too embarrassed. mo ran's heart, though, won't stop feeling warm. ]
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[ that may not be as true as it used to be. while out in the world, experiencing many dangerous situations, mo ran's cultivation has improved drastically and so his physical strength, helping out with labour more often than not. also, his personality has grown mellower, not quite as used to outbursts as before and that helps out his fighting as well. but there are surely things the older man can teach him still, considering how strong he's always been and how many holy weapons he can control: even if this place eats at their energy, they can still be way above average and use that to help out as many people as they can.
he smiles more sweetly, upon seeing that chu wanning is observing him more intently, guessing he's trying to get used to his looks. it must be difficult experiencing this: in the blink of an eye, his teenage disciple has turned into a man. chu wanning always looks as beautiful and pristine as usual, instead; even in this dark place, he's mo ran's light.
he walks to the layers he's discarded to work more easily, rummaging in the inner pocket he's sewn to keep the few precious things he owns. he didn't exactly trust that door with his tethers to appear again and so he's carried with him the things he didn't want to lose and couldn't do without. he tugs out a crudely made book, letters bound together the best he could to make out a thick collection. he turns around while holding that to his chest, just in time to see chu wanning's reaction to his words --it's endearing at best. ]
I don't know if we need to or can eat here --if we do, I would like to have them again. Without chili oil, so you can have them with me. They always instantly made me happy and yet I could never show that to shizun.
[ he offers his letters then, so chu wanning can decide to ignore the talk of wontons if it makes him too embarrassed. mo ran's heart, though, won't stop feeling warm. ]
Xia-shidi always made me happy as well.