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and the calm is deep where the quiet waters flow
There was no wall nor bannister at Lan Wangji’s back to prevent his fall, should his feet come close to the edge of the white stairs. Through his stupor, Wei Wuxian thought of shouting for Lan Wangji to be careful, as a fall of this height would no doubt kill him.
Jiang Cheng’s sword Sandu rested a dozen steps below, glinting in the sunlight. Bichen could have defended its master in the face of a disarmed opponent, but Lan Wangji did not grasp it. He did not seem to remember he had a sword at all. Continue reading