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    Despite how hard Shen Qingqiu tries to hide it, everyone knows how he mourns for Luo Binghe's loss in the Immortal Alliance Conference.

    Liu Qingge tries to help him.

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    22 Apr 2019

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    "What exactly does partying look like?"

    Shi Qing Xuan groans. "'What does partying look like,' he asks me," she laments. "Partying looks like drinking and dancing and having fun! You were a prince, you should know stuff like this."

    "I was a serious cultivator," Xie Lian counters. "You may have heard of me." Hua Cheng laughs. "And anyway I'm not allowed to drink."

    "Foolish Prince, Swordsman Poet, no rules, just right!" Shi Qing Xuan insists. "You can go back to being repressed tomorrow. But tonight who cares."

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    No rules just right! Just for one night, though.

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    28 Mar 2019

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    As he rounds the corner to the front of Puji Shrine, he's taken aback to see Nan Feng standing outside the shrine's open door with his sword drawn. "Nan Feng?" he calls, and Nan Feng jumps.

    "Oh!" he says, recognizing Xie Lian. "There you are! Your highness, you shouldn't enter — there's a demon inside!"

    Xie Lian frowns at him. "I'm aware," he says. "He stayed the night."

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    Xie Lian and Hua Cheng talk things out a little.

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    28 Mar 2019

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    "Eh! 'Little brother,' what!" Wei WuXian says, mock-outraged. "I'm thirty-five!" (Sort of. He was born thirty-five years ago, anyway.) "You must be, what, twenty-five tops?"

    "Nooo," Xie Lian says, smiling. "I'm eight hundred years old."

    "You don't look a day over four hundred," Wei WuXian says. "Seriously, how old are you?"

    "Seriously, I'm eight hundred years old," Xie Lian tells him.

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    Lan WangJi had a lot of time to pray to different gods while Wei WuXian was dead. One of them was Hua Cheng.

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    28 Mar 2019

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    A battle for each day without him.

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    26 Feb 2019