LU ZHEN XI âĻ The Jiuweihu âĻ The Prince of TianShi
SPEECH: #B73201 âĻ THOUGHT: Italic #B73201
SPEECH: #B73201 âĻ THOUGHT: Italic #B73201
From the moment Wang Rou's eyes met his own, he knew that the older man was feeling exatly the same deep within oneself, just like he was. It wasn't over, but it was merely the beginning of a war - this was an omen, he felt hovering over himself and the TianShi for past two years, and with each passing month, it only grew darker.
"You, out of anyone, know how much hate I hold toward that man, whom in public eye I call 'my father'," he spat out, the words like they were poison gathered through a long time, through all of his nineteen years of living, but he had never actually said it out loud, "I know, hate isn't the nicest of feeling, but it gives me the power to keep those I care of safe, but at the same time this bastard isn't a nice one either. I have found out secrets about him, that will destroy him if they were surfaced, but I have to keep my tongue for all of these bits and pieces to be used in the upcoming War." Even for ZhenXi himself, some of those words were strange, as he had spoken of tongue and of a prohpecy once again. After speaking of those words, he felt sudden dizziness, but managed to keep himself at bay. It nearly always happened, after he had spoken of an omen. It was part of his magical attributes, born along with the spirit within.
"I agree, Gege Rou," he managed to get himself back on the pillow, barely and still slightly dizzy, "It is unacceptacle, but he can't reveal himself. It is going against his safety, and yours. The only way to avoid this is to escape. There is a place... a place, where we would find all the answers needed," he looks up, holding onto the edge of the low wooden table, "most importantly all the answers you need, Wang Rou." Then he sighs, and murmurs, "Which comes to the fact that I actually need your help in something. A mystery I have been trying to crack."
"You, out of anyone, know how much hate I hold toward that man, whom in public eye I call 'my father'," he spat out, the words like they were poison gathered through a long time, through all of his nineteen years of living, but he had never actually said it out loud, "I know, hate isn't the nicest of feeling, but it gives me the power to keep those I care of safe, but at the same time this bastard isn't a nice one either. I have found out secrets about him, that will destroy him if they were surfaced, but I have to keep my tongue for all of these bits and pieces to be used in the upcoming War." Even for ZhenXi himself, some of those words were strange, as he had spoken of tongue and of a prohpecy once again. After speaking of those words, he felt sudden dizziness, but managed to keep himself at bay. It nearly always happened, after he had spoken of an omen. It was part of his magical attributes, born along with the spirit within.
"I agree, Gege Rou," he managed to get himself back on the pillow, barely and still slightly dizzy, "It is unacceptacle, but he can't reveal himself. It is going against his safety, and yours. The only way to avoid this is to escape. There is a place... a place, where we would find all the answers needed," he looks up, holding onto the edge of the low wooden table, "most importantly all the answers you need, Wang Rou." Then he sighs, and murmurs, "Which comes to the fact that I actually need your help in something. A mystery I have been trying to crack."