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[The feed opens to a trio of pretty prismal girls in what appears to possibly be a Caihong brothel, judging by the aesthetic. Another young woman can be heard from the recording end: "There, it's on! Say hello, girls!" The girls happily wave at the camera!

"And now if you press this right here—" Ah there we go, selfie mode! Instead of those other girls, we now get a vision of another local lady with a curious-looking man in soft green robes.]

That easy, is it?

["That easy!" as she hands the communicator back to its rightful owner. He stares at the screen for a moment, contemplating whether he should just turn it off - but those girls are coaxing him to try saying something, so eventually he relents.]

So people can see this, is that right? [Awkward!] ......Well. I suppose if anyone here knows of quiet areas to visit or stores that serve good tea, I'm...open to suggestions. [Ahem.]

That is all.

[Aaand after some fumbling (and more help and laughter from his friends), he manages to turn the thing off. All replies will be in voice from here on out!]

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[The man's apparent surprise is almost comical. Has the beast not listened to a thing he said so far? To the atrocities he's been accused of so far?—Of course not, that would require him to actually care what came out of his teacher's mouth.

Shen Qingqiu levels a firm glare at the demon before him, his expression that of a man who has been denied all other forms of defiance but this. So what if this is a different Luo Binghe? He's still just as overbearing, just as despotic, just as greedy as the one he knows. A creature who bites onto its prey and refuses to ever let go.]

Where else do you think your dear shizun must have spent his last days, but the cell you so kindly chained me in? Or did you lock up the other one in your palace instead, with immortal binding cables as a welcome gift?

[His words are bitter and biting, his tone tired and worn; he'd hoped that last stroke of the blade would have finally given him peace, but even in this foreign land he's stuck staring at the face that now haunts his every nightmare, trapped with no place to go. The grip on his hand feels like a soft vice, the eyes on his like spikes nailing him down—the more Luo Binghe pushes, the more he simply wants to give up and close himself off to the world.

Everything this new beast has done so far has consistently made him feel like a rabbit being toyed with by an affectionate tiger, and honestly, he's exhausted to the core.]