[ Honestly, the ghost doesn't even need to appear for it to be enough.
Almost every demonic cultivator uses a flute, and it's for a very simple reason: they have no goddamn clue what they're doing. When Wei Wuxian appeared he turned the cultivation world on its head with Chenqing, and dozens of cultivators looking to follow in his footsteps sought to imitate his techniques. They took up the flute and copied his playing, and a few of them even managed a bit of success with it. But that was all the were doing: copying. If they tried something other than a flute they failed, and if they tried a different song, they failed.
This noise? This tune, whistled with purpose? This is not a copycat technique. As one of the few people who understands the fundamentals that Wei Wuxian was the first to uncover, Xue Yang is immediately certain that this is someone with mastery of those fundamentals.
If this isn't Wei Wuxian, then there's a third person in the same tier as the two of them.
Xue Yang watches as resentful energy is bent and commands, and a ghost obeys its call dutifully. It's not exactly the form he recognizes, but he's long gotten used to things being different here, ghosts included. He watches, gaze intense enough to burn through as he takes in every detail of the resulting movement. At the question his expression breaks into a grin wide enough to split his face, prominent canines revealing themselves. There's no Jin Guangyao around to interfere. ]
The Yin Tiger Tally. How did you refine it?
[ He's all but forgotten about their game of dirty dice for the moment. ]
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Almost every demonic cultivator uses a flute, and it's for a very simple reason: they have no goddamn clue what they're doing. When Wei Wuxian appeared he turned the cultivation world on its head with Chenqing, and dozens of cultivators looking to follow in his footsteps sought to imitate his techniques. They took up the flute and copied his playing, and a few of them even managed a bit of success with it. But that was all the were doing: copying. If they tried something other than a flute they failed, and if they tried a different song, they failed.
This noise? This tune, whistled with purpose? This is not a copycat technique. As one of the few people who understands the fundamentals that Wei Wuxian was the first to uncover, Xue Yang is immediately certain that this is someone with mastery of those fundamentals.
If this isn't Wei Wuxian, then there's a third person in the same tier as the two of them.
Xue Yang watches as resentful energy is bent and commands, and a ghost obeys its call dutifully. It's not exactly the form he recognizes, but he's long gotten used to things being different here, ghosts included. He watches, gaze intense enough to burn through as he takes in every detail of the resulting movement. At the question his expression breaks into a grin wide enough to split his face, prominent canines revealing themselves. There's no Jin Guangyao around to interfere. ]
The Yin Tiger Tally. How did you refine it?
[ He's all but forgotten about their game of dirty dice for the moment. ]