Mingjue is vastly more startled by Huaisang letting him go to launch at the metal men than he was being all-but-tackled by him in the first place. "Huaisang—?" he asks in reaction as he follows Huaisang over to the booth.
He's a sect leader. He has led men into battle. He's seen the awesome feats of cultivators up close and in person. He does not gawp.
But he feels rather like gawping at Huaisang as he slides into the boot across from him. The metal men back away and leaves Mingue with Huaisang, a tableful of familiar food, and another hundred questions.
"With your saber, you just—" Mingjue starts, because it's a familiar, well-worn argument, only to stop himself (he died and Huaisang tore himself up over these same arguments) and restart with an entirely different focus. "The hell you will be doing anything perverted for my benefit."
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He's a sect leader. He has led men into battle. He's seen the awesome feats of cultivators up close and in person. He does not gawp.
But he feels rather like gawping at Huaisang as he slides into the boot across from him. The metal men back away and leaves Mingue with Huaisang, a tableful of familiar food, and another hundred questions.
"With your saber, you just—" Mingjue starts, because it's a familiar, well-worn argument, only to stop himself (he died and Huaisang tore himself up over these same arguments) and restart with an entirely different focus. "The hell you will be doing anything perverted for my benefit."