Down the bar, another man is drinking another hot beverage from another tacky novelty mug. He lifts it to Wei Wuxian in a kind of salute.
Viewed on a surface level, he is a man with a lined brown face, in semi-casual black clothing; it looks sort of like a uniform, but has no insignia of rank or any other differentiation. A filmy white robe is tossed over the bar beside him.
Viewed on another level -- where a normal human's qi might be visible as a network of lines and meridians, and a cultivator would have a burning furnace of qi in the center of this network, this man's entire body is a furnace; he is spiritually opaque.
And rather than qi, his body is a boiling vortex of necromantic energies.
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Viewed on a surface level, he is a man with a lined brown face, in semi-casual black clothing; it looks sort of like a uniform, but has no insignia of rank or any other differentiation. A filmy white robe is tossed over the bar beside him.
Viewed on another level -- where a normal human's qi might be visible as a network of lines and meridians, and a cultivator would have a burning furnace of qi in the center of this network, this man's entire body is a furnace; he is spiritually opaque.
And rather than qi, his body is a boiling vortex of necromantic energies.