"I will take any role," Luo Binghe says by way of introduction, "if Nina thinks it is suited to me." He smiles at her. "But perhaps the Wizard."
He asked Shen Yuan for help preparing a monologue, and Shen Yuan's response was, "What about the speech you gave to the Lord of the Western Desert before beheading him? That was"—and then a flustered silence while he apparently struggled to think of a word besides hot—"effective."
Luo Binghe did not remember it, exactly. He's given so many speeches before slaying a foe. But Shen Yuan remembered it word for word, and wrote it down for him to study. (He also greatly appreciated Luo Binghe's private recreation of the scene, in his blushing, protesting way.) So Luo Binghe continues, "This monologue is from Chapter 1678 of Proud Immortal Demon Way."
Up until this point, his demeanor has been pleasant enough, but as soon as he begins the monologue he transforms. His face grows cold, his head held high with menacing confidence. The red of his eyes glints in a way that can't fully be explained by the lighting. His voice is soft in the way of a knife wrapped in silk, promising bloodshed. He paces leisurely, throwing the occasional bored look toward the front, until he reaches the climax of the speech, at which point he stops dead and his mouth twists in a chilling smile.
The cold reading section goes well, as Luo Binghe is quite a good actor, although he approaches everything with equally searing intensity. For his talent, though, he is hesitant to demonstrate his skill with a sword. Xin Mo has been unnervingly restless lately, and using it feels eerily as though he is wasting borrowed time. Swordsmanship is a sore point, anyway; no one could argue that Luo Binghe isn't effective with a sword, but thanks to the incompetence of his teacher, his techniques are not the ones favored by orthodox cultivators. He considered cooking for the casting panel, but concluded it might be seen as bribery. Instead, he shows off some simple cultivation tricks.
First, he ignites a small flame in his palm. As he demonstrated to Magnus in the dream realm, he switches between using his demonic and human qi pathways, causing its color to flicker from red to black. "For theatrical effects," he adds. Then he takes a small bowl of water, demonstrating how he can heat it to boiling in just a few moments, and evaporate it to steam in a few moments more. Finally, he uses qi to levitate some small items around the room, including the pen in Dionysus' hand, which floats up to the level of his forehead before dropping back to the table. He finishes with a sweeping bow that carries more than a hint of self-satisfaction.
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He asked Shen Yuan for help preparing a monologue, and Shen Yuan's response was, "What about the speech you gave to the Lord of the Western Desert before beheading him? That was"—and then a flustered silence while he apparently struggled to think of a word besides hot—"effective."
Luo Binghe did not remember it, exactly. He's given so many speeches before slaying a foe. But Shen Yuan remembered it word for word, and wrote it down for him to study. (He also greatly appreciated Luo Binghe's private recreation of the scene, in his blushing, protesting way.) So Luo Binghe continues, "This monologue is from Chapter 1678 of Proud Immortal Demon Way."
Up until this point, his demeanor has been pleasant enough, but as soon as he begins the monologue he transforms. His face grows cold, his head held high with menacing confidence. The red of his eyes glints in a way that can't fully be explained by the lighting. His voice is soft in the way of a knife wrapped in silk, promising bloodshed. He paces leisurely, throwing the occasional bored look toward the front, until he reaches the climax of the speech, at which point he stops dead and his mouth twists in a chilling smile.
The cold reading section goes well, as Luo Binghe is quite a good actor, although he approaches everything with equally searing intensity. For his talent, though, he is hesitant to demonstrate his skill with a sword. Xin Mo has been unnervingly restless lately, and using it feels eerily as though he is wasting borrowed time. Swordsmanship is a sore point, anyway; no one could argue that Luo Binghe isn't effective with a sword, but thanks to the incompetence of his teacher, his techniques are not the ones favored by orthodox cultivators. He considered cooking for the casting panel, but concluded it might be seen as bribery. Instead, he shows off some simple cultivation tricks.
First, he ignites a small flame in his palm. As he demonstrated to Magnus in the dream realm, he switches between using his demonic and human qi pathways, causing its color to flicker from red to black. "For theatrical effects," he adds. Then he takes a small bowl of water, demonstrating how he can heat it to boiling in just a few moments, and evaporate it to steam in a few moments more. Finally, he uses qi to levitate some small items around the room, including the pen in Dionysus' hand, which floats up to the level of his forehead before dropping back to the table. He finishes with a sweeping bow that carries more than a hint of self-satisfaction.