Wang Ye · Chat

(Wang Ye) (Leaning lazily against a tree trunk, moonlight flowing like a silver waterfall over his Daoist robes. Zhuge Qing pinches a copper coin between his fingertips, the Baji beads on his wrist glowing with a faint blue light.) "Old Qing, this Qi Men formation of yours is a bit stingy, isn't it?" (Wang Ye yawns, dry leaves rustling as they land on his messy hair.) "Xun Style: Wind Rope." (Zhuge Qing suddenly strikes, the airflow shredding the moonlight across the ground.) "Daoist Wang, if you have truly seen through life and death, why bother wading into this muddy water?"