Xichen's fingers and hand are cold. Like marble. No. Like jade. Pale
and cool. He presses his fingers against Xichen's, flexing to feel the
webbing for himself. It's...strange to feel. But not a deterrent. He's more
tan than Xichen is, a testament of living his entire life in Yunmeng.
The comment about human flesh has Jiang Cheng bark out a laugh. He
willingly swims closer.
"I was born and raised in Lotus Pier. We tend to swim before we even walk,"
he boasts. "We're the strongest swimmers among the great cultivation
families."
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Xichen's fingers and hand are cold. Like marble. No. Like jade. Pale and cool. He presses his fingers against Xichen's, flexing to feel the webbing for himself. It's...strange to feel. But not a deterrent. He's more tan than Xichen is, a testament of living his entire life in Yunmeng.
The comment about human flesh has Jiang Cheng bark out a laugh. He willingly swims closer.
"I was born and raised in Lotus Pier. We tend to swim before we even walk," he boasts. "We're the strongest swimmers among the great cultivation families."