[ there are questions. lots of questions. most of them revolving around the general concept of how the fuck in Nie Mingjue alive and well right about now, how does he know about what happened to him? as much as Jiang Cheng is curious, he also knows that this is not the time or place for such things, not in the middle of the street with strange eyes watching. though, Nie Mingjue looks relaxed enough despite the crowds, the strangeness that is milling about them.
he also offers up answers to the more immediate question of where this place is.
with a quirk of his brow, Jiang Cheng straightens and shakes his head.] I just arrived, in a lake of sorts. [ one so very different from the familiar warm waters of Yungmeng. he gestures to his soaked robes. ] I take it this place is not a particularly well-crafted illusion?
[ he has never heard of anyone being able to do something like this, create something so vast and realistic and varied. create something that felt so very real, from the uncomfortable cling of his robes to the smells in the air. ]
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he also offers up answers to the more immediate question of where this place is.
with a quirk of his brow, Jiang Cheng straightens and shakes his head.] I just arrived, in a lake of sorts. [ one so very different from the familiar warm waters of Yungmeng. he gestures to his soaked robes. ] I take it this place is not a particularly well-crafted illusion?
[ he has never heard of anyone being able to do something like this, create something so vast and realistic and varied. create something that felt so very real, from the uncomfortable cling of his robes to the smells in the air. ]