[ Lan Wangji gentles his playing and there's a slightly confused look on his face. He peers up with black eyes, and explains: ]
I am calling spirits.
[ With a sealed Golden Core? Guess who he got that idea from?
The only problem that he sees here, is that Mo Xuanyu isn't supposed to be dead. No, his body and soul were supposed to be erased from existence, supplanted by the body and soul of possibly the only person to have called him Lan Zhan to his face in the last two decades. ]
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I am calling spirits.
[ With a sealed Golden Core? Guess who he got that idea from?
The only problem that he sees here, is that Mo Xuanyu isn't supposed to be dead. No, his body and soul were supposed to be erased from existence, supplanted by the body and soul of possibly the only person to have called him Lan Zhan to his face in the last two decades. ]
Come closer.