[ Sorry, Lan Wangji is incredibly difficult when it comes to holding a conversation with him....
He nods, leaning past the man to reach out and turn one of the effigies, that happens to be of a man with curly hair and a smug grin. He doesn't recognize him.
Instead, he turns his attention to the man beside him, and more importantly, his dress. Not of this world, definitely. It looked far similar to his own, but he still couldn't place him.
He swept his arms out in front of him, clasping them, sword gripped in one hand as he bowed in introduction. ]
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He nods, leaning past the man to reach out and turn one of the effigies, that happens to be of a man with curly hair and a smug grin. He doesn't recognize him.
Instead, he turns his attention to the man beside him, and more importantly, his dress. Not of this world, definitely. It looked far similar to his own, but he still couldn't place him.
He swept his arms out in front of him, clasping them, sword gripped in one hand as he bowed in introduction. ]
Gusu Lan Sect, Lan Wangji.