If this nightmare were following the same rules and behaviors of the other nightmares Jin Zixuan has faced so far this night, then the threat would have been uttered in confident, sinister tones. There would be rage behind it, a furious certainty that the resentful spirit had the upper hand. But there is none of that behind the promise to catch Jin Zixuan's arrow. Only a tired, weary defeat.
Again, it could be a ploy to get Jin Zixuan to lower his guard. It hasn't yet occurred to him that this Wen Ning before him could be anything other than a trick of dark magic sent to scare him into losing ground. And yet... That line of thinking doesn't have the ring of truth Jin Zixuan has come to rely on. The warning bell in his mind which alerts him to lies is only ringing for the promise to catch the arrow, not for the defeated air that Wen Ning has, kneeling and repentant.
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Again, it could be a ploy to get Jin Zixuan to lower his guard. It hasn't yet occurred to him that this Wen Ning before him could be anything other than a trick of dark magic sent to scare him into losing ground. And yet... That line of thinking doesn't have the ring of truth Jin Zixuan has come to rely on. The warning bell in his mind which alerts him to lies is only ringing for the promise to catch the arrow, not for the defeated air that Wen Ning has, kneeling and repentant.
He lowers his bow, squinting in confusion.
"What are you?"