Sizhui is using every inch of everything his father - fathers - had ever taught him, but mostly he's using it so he doesn't give away how nervous he is. He's faced so many terrifying things, but he's always had Hanguang Jun, or Wei-qianbei, or his friends, he's always had someone at his side.
This is an important part of becoming a fully fledged cultivator, he knows, the final step to becoming a senior, but that doesn't make it any less daunting. Hanguang Jun and Wei-qianbei had filled him with encouagement and advice - some of it even good - but they couldn't be with him now. He resists the urge to pull the little paper butterfly out from where he has it carefully tucked away - just knowing it's there is comforting, even if he can't hold it in his hands right now.
The ghosts plaguing this village had been just one of the options the graduating juniors had been offered for their solo night hunt, and Sizhui had jumped at the chance - not because he particularly wanted to deal with it, as such, but because he wanted to make sure Jingyi didn't end up with it. He knew how his dearest friend felt about ghosts.
He approaches the people gathered on the hillside and bows to them with a friendly, open smile.
"Good afternoon, I am Lan Sizhui. I have been sent here from Gusu to aid your village, I hear that you have been having issues with ghosts?" He explains. He's mostly talking to the group, but his eyes keep straying to the woman nearby picking herbs. He can't explain what it is about her that catches his attention, but it's something.
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Date: 2022-07-18 09:25 pm (UTC)From:This is an important part of becoming a fully fledged cultivator, he knows, the final step to becoming a senior, but that doesn't make it any less daunting. Hanguang Jun and Wei-qianbei had filled him with encouagement and advice - some of it even good - but they couldn't be with him now. He resists the urge to pull the little paper butterfly out from where he has it carefully tucked away - just knowing it's there is comforting, even if he can't hold it in his hands right now.
The ghosts plaguing this village had been just one of the options the graduating juniors had been offered for their solo night hunt, and Sizhui had jumped at the chance - not because he particularly wanted to deal with it, as such, but because he wanted to make sure Jingyi didn't end up with it. He knew how his dearest friend felt about ghosts.
He approaches the people gathered on the hillside and bows to them with a friendly, open smile.
"Good afternoon, I am Lan Sizhui. I have been sent here from Gusu to aid your village, I hear that you have been having issues with ghosts?" He explains. He's mostly talking to the group, but his eyes keep straying to the woman nearby picking herbs. He can't explain what it is about her that catches his attention, but it's something.