Luo Binghe sits, resuming the posture he took when he sat with Liu Mingyan earlier: casual yet confident, secure in the knowledge of his unquestioned dominance. With Xin Mo at his side, it feels good to reclaim some of his imperial hauteur.
He is also eager to hear about Liu Qingge. Luo Binghe knew him by sight, as the Peak Lord of Bai Zhan—they overlapped at Cang Qiong Mountain Sect for about five years before Shen Qingqiu jealously murdered him. It's embarrassing to recall now, but as a child he'd had a recurring fantasy of being Liu Qingge's disciple, rather than Shen Qingqiu's. Liu Qingge was hardly freer with his praise—he famously worked his disciples brutally hard—but he was fair, and impressing him felt like a game Luo Binghe could win, not the rigged joke that was life at Qing Jing. (With the knowledge he's gained regarding his preferences, it's even more embarrassing to consider certain aspects of these fantasies, and that perhaps his admiration of Liu Qingge was not purely due to martial respect—but he should not mention that in front of Mingyan.)
When Liu Mingyan told him Shen Qingqiu was responsible for the man's death, Luo Binghe was genuinely angry. That fury bound them. So Liu Qingge, though long deceased, has had an established presence in Luo Binghe's life. The only discordant note is the look on Liu Qingge's face in Shen Yuan's memories, when he gently held Shen Yuan's wrists to cleanse his meridians. But it is only natural to yearn for Shen Yuan. Liu Qingge doesn't have him, and Luo Binghe does. He still feels very charitable towards the man.
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He is also eager to hear about Liu Qingge. Luo Binghe knew him by sight, as the Peak Lord of Bai Zhan—they overlapped at Cang Qiong Mountain Sect for about five years before Shen Qingqiu jealously murdered him. It's embarrassing to recall now, but as a child he'd had a recurring fantasy of being Liu Qingge's disciple, rather than Shen Qingqiu's. Liu Qingge was hardly freer with his praise—he famously worked his disciples brutally hard—but he was fair, and impressing him felt like a game Luo Binghe could win, not the rigged joke that was life at Qing Jing. (With the knowledge he's gained regarding his preferences, it's even more embarrassing to consider certain aspects of these fantasies, and that perhaps his admiration of Liu Qingge was not purely due to martial respect—but he should not mention that in front of Mingyan.)
When Liu Mingyan told him Shen Qingqiu was responsible for the man's death, Luo Binghe was genuinely angry. That fury bound them. So Liu Qingge, though long deceased, has had an established presence in Luo Binghe's life. The only discordant note is the look on Liu Qingge's face in Shen Yuan's memories, when he gently held Shen Yuan's wrists to cleanse his meridians. But it is only natural to yearn for Shen Yuan. Liu Qingge doesn't have him, and Luo Binghe does. He still feels very charitable towards the man.