It is intolerable, how much Wei Wuxian sounds like Huaisang in that moment, stretching out a syllable in a fruitless effort to scavenge for an answer that would not see him yelled at. Demonic cultivators who indiscriminately caused mass loss of life should not remind him of his troublesome little brother in any way.
He crosses his arms. Waits.
Eventually, more information comes. He likes... exactly none of what he hears, which means that it's almost certainly honest. Unfortunate.
"How did you come to be here if you died? For that matter, how did you come to be sixteen years in the future, if you died as I remember it?"
He hadn't seen the sight with his own eyes, fighting in the thick of a horde of fierce corpses as he had, but the grim tales of those who had - of a body torn to pieces by the fury of those same fierce corpses - certainly didn't lend itself to the man standing before him now.
Perhaps it would be rude to ask.
"The last you were seen, you were torn to pieces by your own fierce corpses. You don't look particularly torn to pieces, Wei Wuxian."
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He crosses his arms. Waits.
Eventually, more information comes. He likes... exactly none of what he hears, which means that it's almost certainly honest. Unfortunate.
"How did you come to be here if you died? For that matter, how did you come to be sixteen years in the future, if you died as I remember it?"
He hadn't seen the sight with his own eyes, fighting in the thick of a horde of fierce corpses as he had, but the grim tales of those who had - of a body torn to pieces by the fury of those same fierce corpses - certainly didn't lend itself to the man standing before him now.
Perhaps it would be rude to ask.
"The last you were seen, you were torn to pieces by your own fierce corpses. You don't look particularly torn to pieces, Wei Wuxian."