[ Oh, that was a long-forgotten familiar sensation that immediately raised the hairs on the back of Wei Wuxian's neck, shifting his attitude in an instant. He was no stranger to the resentment of vengeful spirits, having made it his most potent weapon a (rather literal) lifetime ago and having sorted through the chaos of murder and unfinished business in this one. It still felt like it pulled the air out of the room, making his lungs burn slightly as he breathed. It was a million blades pressed against his skin and just waiting for the chance to cut, characteristic of the most malevolent of lingering spirits. A reminder that even the slightest interaction could tear him apart if handled the wrong way.
He reached for Chenqing unconsciously to ground himself and brace against the flood. Mo Xuanyu's body didn't lack a cultivator's foundations so it wasn't necessary for him to use it for protection the way he had to back before his death, but it was useful for tempering any lingering fear the sensation might otherwise stir up in him. By its very nature it sought to make him feel that fear, and to fear it made it far more dangerous.
There was no question of if the spirit has noticed him: it seemed to have recognized him. And it was clearly someone left behind here who cares about this location very, very deeply.
One slow breath (it prickled at his insides) and he spoke again, his words as much a statement as probing. ]
You're not supposed to linger here. It's time to let go of your attachments and move on.
[ To make any protest over a right to be here would almost certainly only make it madder, so he didn't bother trying. ]
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He reached for Chenqing unconsciously to ground himself and brace against the flood. Mo Xuanyu's body didn't lack a cultivator's foundations so it wasn't necessary for him to use it for protection the way he had to back before his death, but it was useful for tempering any lingering fear the sensation might otherwise stir up in him. By its very nature it sought to make him feel that fear, and to fear it made it far more dangerous.
There was no question of if the spirit has noticed him: it seemed to have recognized him. And it was clearly someone left behind here who cares about this location very, very deeply.
One slow breath (it prickled at his insides) and he spoke again, his words as much a statement as probing. ]
You're not supposed to linger here. It's time to let go of your attachments and move on.
[ To make any protest over a right to be here would almost certainly only make it madder, so he didn't bother trying. ]