Shen Qingqiu was the snake in the grass, it was him. Thwip thwip.
He looks back at Nie Huaisang when he hears him sigh, just in time to witness his face journey. Ah, one of those fearsome warrior clans.
"I've known cultivators like that," he says sympathetically. "They have their place, certainly, but it's a shame they can't give other practices the same respect they receive." His eyebrow quirks a little as he finally notices the phrasing Huaisang keeps using. 'Clan,' 'our ancestors,' things like that. Ohhhh.
"Is the Qinghe Nie Clan a hereditary tradition?" he asks over his shoulder. "I understand Nie-gongzi's difficulties better now. What a shame; on the twelve peaks, we recruited based on aptitude. Nie-gongzi might have had an easier time persuing his true vocation."
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He looks back at Nie Huaisang when he hears him sigh, just in time to witness his face journey. Ah, one of those fearsome warrior clans.
"I've known cultivators like that," he says sympathetically. "They have their place, certainly, but it's a shame they can't give other practices the same respect they receive." His eyebrow quirks a little as he finally notices the phrasing Huaisang keeps using. 'Clan,' 'our ancestors,' things like that. Ohhhh.
"Is the Qinghe Nie Clan a hereditary tradition?" he asks over his shoulder. "I understand Nie-gongzi's difficulties better now. What a shame; on the twelve peaks, we recruited based on aptitude. Nie-gongzi might have had an easier time persuing his true vocation."