[ The move has Xue Yang's heartbeat pick up slightly as a spike of excited heat goes through him. His eyes aren't on Xiao Xingchen's bandages but on those lips of his, and his pupils dilate in interest. ]
Don't make threats you aren't willing to follow through on, daozhang.
[ His voice is a little soft, raspy not just from being disguised but also from a sudden hint of dryness, and low as he murmurs the reply. There's a hint of an edge to it that he can't quite fully mask: to Xue Yang, threats need to be serious, and they need to be intentional.
The fact that they're now moving faster barely registers to him. ]
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Don't make threats you aren't willing to follow through on, daozhang.
[ His voice is a little soft, raspy not just from being disguised but also from a sudden hint of dryness, and low as he murmurs the reply. There's a hint of an edge to it that he can't quite fully mask: to Xue Yang, threats need to be serious, and they need to be intentional.
The fact that they're now moving faster barely registers to him. ]