[ It is immediately obvious how good Shen Qingqiu's cultivation is, and Mo Xuanyu isn't the only one distracted enough to nearly fall off his sword.
(And, thank goodness, he's not the one disciple who actually does.)
Even the teachers are distracted for a moment, but one of them quickly clears his throat to try to regain everyone's attention. Soon the group is setting out across Lanling, keeping close to each other.
They land on the edge of the village, near the edge of the landslide, just as the last night of the sun is fading from the sky. The teachers have one last round of everyone checking that they're carrying flares, and then it's up to each group to do what they will from there.
Mo Xuanyu looks around nervously, then turns to Shen Qingqiu. ]
Master Shen, um... this way.
[ And he picks a random direction into the woods and starts heading that way. ]
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(And, thank goodness, he's not the one disciple who actually does.)
Even the teachers are distracted for a moment, but one of them quickly clears his throat to try to regain everyone's attention. Soon the group is setting out across Lanling, keeping close to each other.
They land on the edge of the village, near the edge of the landslide, just as the last night of the sun is fading from the sky. The teachers have one last round of everyone checking that they're carrying flares, and then it's up to each group to do what they will from there.
Mo Xuanyu looks around nervously, then turns to Shen Qingqiu. ]
Master Shen, um... this way.
[ And he picks a random direction into the woods and starts heading that way. ]