Suspicion. Always a good thing. Merlin opens and closes his mouth,
listening to what the young man says. Ah. Chinese. Ancient, by the sound of
it. He holds up a finger, as if signalling the young man to wait a moment
then reaches up and tugs on his left ear, then his right, then snaps his
fingers on both hands.
"I suppose it would be much easier if we spoke the same language, now
wouldn't it?" he asks, in what he hopes is the young man's language.
All white. Long robes. A sword by his side. He must be a cultivator.
Something he hadn't encountered just yet. His smile turns a little sad as
he remembers another person in white with a sword always by her side.
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Suspicion. Always a good thing. Merlin opens and closes his mouth, listening to what the young man says. Ah. Chinese. Ancient, by the sound of it. He holds up a finger, as if signalling the young man to wait a moment then reaches up and tugs on his left ear, then his right, then snaps his fingers on both hands.
"I suppose it would be much easier if we spoke the same language, now wouldn't it?" he asks, in what he hopes is the young man's language.
All white. Long robes. A sword by his side. He must be a cultivator. Something he hadn't encountered just yet. His smile turns a little sad as he remembers another person in white with a sword always by her side.