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vroomian · 8 months
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“It’d be pretty easy to take out Yue Qingyuan,” I mused. “Like, super easy.”
Shang Qinghua flailed. “Bro, what? He’s the Xuan Su sword! He’s OP as hell! There’s no way you could take him in a fight! Even the protagonist needed an ambush and poison.”
“Obviously. Who said anything about a fight? I don’t need to win, he just needs to lose. That fancy sword is tied to his life, right? All I would need to do is wait for him to draw it,” I downed the shot of alcohol and enjoyed the burn. I placed the empty cup down. “And then I’d take the sheath.”
Shang Qinghua was staring at me, pale. “Bro…”
“It’d be easy. Simple,” I said, speaking to myself more than him. “To contain something powerful as Xuan Su the sheath has to be special. Probably one of a kind even, because god forbid anyone in this fucking sect thinks of backup plans.”
Shen Qingqiu would’ve, but dear sect leader wouldn’t tell him about his stupidity. Of course not.
“So. Take the sheath. Let Yue Qingyuan burn himself out. It might take a while but, hey. We’re immortal. I’ve got time.“
A painful silence settled over the room. I poured myself another shot, and held the bottle up in silent question.
Shang Qinghua stared at me, then slid his cup over to be filled. “Has anyone ever told you, you’re kinda — intense?”
“How rude,” I said pleasantly. “I’m a nice young man. Ask anyone.”
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