[Mingjue's eyebrows rise, though he's still not paying direct attention to Xue Yang. He winces as the octopus things does...something, and doesn't bother to smooth the skeptical disgust on his face.]
You're the thing? Hm.
[Well, A-Yao had said that there were manipulations of form. However, it's the following outlandish question out of Xue Yang's mouth that gets Mingjue to turn toward him incredulously.]
That's a question you ask strangers? [Wow. Shameless. Mingjue'd be impressed if he wasn't boggled.] What would you even do with the answer?
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You're the thing? Hm.
[Well, A-Yao had said that there were manipulations of form. However, it's the following outlandish question out of Xue Yang's mouth that gets Mingjue to turn toward him incredulously.]
That's a question you ask strangers? [Wow. Shameless. Mingjue'd be impressed if he wasn't boggled.] What would you even do with the answer?