Jiang Cheng, Jiang Cheng-!! I really didn't know what else I could add... Jin Ling was reliable enough, back there. I assumed he made a good report.
[Please, who's pretending to have any face! Not him!
They continue on toward his own quarters, where he breezes past a disciple or two lingering near the entrance and waves Jiang Cheng through with him. At the subtle motion of his fan, they seem to think of better things to do after a moment, staying just long enough to watch them both enter before they wander elsewhere.
Though-- they pass a room or two designed for entertaining guests, on to a smaller one. It's closer to Huaisang's own room, a little cozier, the decoration less fancy and more comfortable (though still tailored to his own elegant tastes.) He retrieves a couple of clay jars, setting them on the table and making himself comfortable.]
You wanted to verify what he said, didn't you-- what questions do you have?
[As if he's just going to start volunteering information.]
no subject
[Please, who's pretending to have any face! Not him!
They continue on toward his own quarters, where he breezes past a disciple or two lingering near the entrance and waves Jiang Cheng through with him. At the subtle motion of his fan, they seem to think of better things to do after a moment, staying just long enough to watch them both enter before they wander elsewhere.
Though-- they pass a room or two designed for entertaining guests, on to a smaller one. It's closer to Huaisang's own room, a little cozier, the decoration less fancy and more comfortable (though still tailored to his own elegant tastes.) He retrieves a couple of clay jars, setting them on the table and making himself comfortable.]
You wanted to verify what he said, didn't you-- what questions do you have?
[As if he's just going to start volunteering information.]