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lan wangji
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Yes, well... [ A long pause, before she muses out loud: ] Maybe after Sanwon, I am more like one.

...see if you answer to Wei Ying's flute.

...beg your pardon?

His flute controls dead and resentful energies.

And you think that if I carry them, he will be able to control me?

Or perhaps the deadness may resonate with his song.

I confess I don't quite understand how that works.

Death and resentment answer him, like hounds the whistle.

I am not dead.

Then you need not fear his flute.

I do not - but keep him far from the Huntress. I will go and do what you advise but I would rather go where he is than ask him to meet me.

Understood.