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"S-so y'see," Wei Wuxian said drunkenly, eyes wild, "y'see, if you just seize the resentful energy generated by the murders, an', an' –"
"Squeeze it by the absolute balls," the other black-clad cultivator suggested.
"Yes! I mean, utilise its latent force -" Wei Wuxian dropped his voice to a level only heard by half the inn's patrons. "Lan Zhan gets embarrassed if I talk about balls in public."
"I could talk about balls all day; my one never even notices," the other cultivator sighed.
Across the table Koumyou smiled at Lan Wangji's sceptical expression.
"We really are monks, you know."
"Hmm."