Ahaha, 'the same respect,' as if. Huaisang huffs again, on the edge of bitterly amused despite any other complicated emotions about Nie cultivation and its results he might happen to be feeling. Yes, that would be nice, wouldn't it. Not that he'd like to be recruited, either, because that sounds like it involves some kind of audition; heavens, no. Can a man not simply appreciate art for a living, full time...
"Mm, and after my da-ge, the clan was left to me." He hums, thoughtful about it - it's not that he resents the Nie clan, as in its people; those are his people and he understands duty to them quite fine, actually. But. Duty to the cultivation, itself? After everything?
Well, he doesn't want to get into it too much right this second. Instead he perks up, giving the countertop an excited little drum with both hands. "Then, can Shen-xiong tell this one which peak he would have been welcomed in? This one is— an artist." In precisely the way that he's never said as much out loud, not seriously; anyway, play in this space with him, sort him!!
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"Mm, and after my da-ge, the clan was left to me." He hums, thoughtful about it - it's not that he resents the Nie clan, as in its people; those are his people and he understands duty to them quite fine, actually. But. Duty to the cultivation, itself? After everything?
Well, he doesn't want to get into it too much right this second. Instead he perks up, giving the countertop an excited little drum with both hands. "Then, can Shen-xiong tell this one which peak he would have been welcomed in? This one is— an artist." In precisely the way that he's never said as much out loud, not seriously; anyway, play in this space with him, sort him!!