He hears it again, but this time it is more than just Nie Mingjue's voice. This time, Jin Guangyao hears the drag and scrape of steel, of a sabre's deadly edge ringing out against a scabbard as Lan Xichen blocks a strike intended for him. He jolts bodily and sucks in a sharp breath at the sound, as though transported back in time to that horrible moment in Wen Ruohan's court, and he blurts out a rushed, "Zewu-jun..!" as his fingers seize tightly in Lan Xichen's sleeves.
It isn't real. He knows it isn't real. But it could be. If the powers that brought them all to this place could reunite him with Lan Xichen and Nie Huaisang, then it is hardly beyond the realm of possibility that one day, he could turn a corner and see Chifeng-zun waiting for him, Baxia in hand.
"He's going to kill me." He drags his eyes back up to Lan Xichen's face, his own stare hard, certain, his jaw tight. "If he finds his way here, er-ge, he's going to kill me." Over and over again.
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He hears it again, but this time it is more than just Nie Mingjue's voice. This time, Jin Guangyao hears the drag and scrape of steel, of a sabre's deadly edge ringing out against a scabbard as Lan Xichen blocks a strike intended for him. He jolts bodily and sucks in a sharp breath at the sound, as though transported back in time to that horrible moment in Wen Ruohan's court, and he blurts out a rushed, "Zewu-jun..!" as his fingers seize tightly in Lan Xichen's sleeves.
It isn't real. He knows it isn't real. But it could be. If the powers that brought them all to this place could reunite him with Lan Xichen and Nie Huaisang, then it is hardly beyond the realm of possibility that one day, he could turn a corner and see Chifeng-zun waiting for him, Baxia in hand.
"He's going to kill me." He drags his eyes back up to Lan Xichen's face, his own stare hard, certain, his jaw tight. "If he finds his way here, er-ge, he's going to kill me." Over and over again.