His expression only turns more sour as the path leads them down into a misty, swampy area. He holds up a hand to pause Lan Wangji, and kneels down to study an immense depression in the wet soil. "Fiend," he mutters, and takes out his bottle of relict oil to re-coat his blade.
"Relict oil, if you have it. And they hate loud sounds, so your guqin will come in handy. Don't let yourself look at its third eye; it can hypnotize hunters with it."
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His expression only turns more sour as the path leads them down into a misty, swampy area. He holds up a hand to pause Lan Wangji, and kneels down to study an immense depression in the wet soil. "Fiend," he mutters, and takes out his bottle of relict oil to re-coat his blade.
"Relict oil, if you have it. And they hate loud sounds, so your guqin will come in handy. Don't let yourself look at its third eye; it can hypnotize hunters with it."