High above, Li Wei narrowed his eyes. The faint red aura rising from Li Wuji's command tent twisted upward like a serpent of light though thin at first, the pylon of energy began thickening as the Blood Lotus inheritor's internal qi stirred.
Even from the cloud-shroud, the demonic inducement was perceivable.
"So. This is your hand," Li Wei murmured. "A spirit that drinks men dry, and an ignorant fool who believes he can one day tame it."
His voice was soft, but the contempt beneath it was cold enough to frost stone.
The cloud beneath him drifted lazily, its soft weave shimmering faintly with the talisman formations he'd inscribed earlier. He rested an elbow on its edge, robes fluttering lightly in the wind.
"Li Wuji… you and I share one trait indeed," he whispered. "Neither of us hesitates."
