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◦༻ 12...There's A Ghost Behind You

     "It's fine, it's common in teenagers after all."

     "..about that,"

     "Yes?" Mei Nianqing said as he tucked his arms in his turquoise sleeves.

     "How old is Da Hong?"

     "..." Mei Nianqing paused for a few moments, deep in thought. "...Well the fall of Yushi happened 800 years ago, and The Tragedy of The Burning Cities also 500-800 years ago, Da Hong is 800."

     "It's that what they called it? The Tragedy of The Burning Cities?" Y/n asked gloomily.

     "Yes, it nearly made its place to the four great tales, however Pei Ming forbid it being told anywhere in his palace. Since he is the god of the north and second strongest martial god; that habit became relevant everywhere. Everyone knows the story, just doesn't really have the guts to openly tell it."

     "I see," Y/n got his answer, but couldn't help but press on. "But, if the tragedy of burning cities happened in the time frame of 500-800 years ago, wouldn't that mean Da Hong did something to lengthen his life before Hua Cheng got to him?"

     "Yes, I couldn't show you in the dream because it would be too complicated to even understand. But, it's easy to tell..." Mei Nianqing cleared his throat. "Da Hong noticed how half the world was after his head, so he basically took a gamble with death, or The Reverend of Empty Words. The deal was that he became immortal if he won, but if he lost the reverend got to give him the curse that it intended to give him when he was a baby."

     "How did Da Hong and the reverend battle over it? And how did he win?" Y/n felt like he was giving this poor dude an interview, but he knew he had every right to.

     "That's a mystery,"

     "..."

     "Also, fall is coming up and it's getting colder. You don't go outside a lot, but I want you to have different clothing, so come with me."

     Mei Nianqing didn't give Da Hong's past another thought before he grabbed Y/n's wrist and dragged him into his room.

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     "Straighten your arm a little." Mei Nianqing's yanking voice demanded.

     Y/n obediently unbent his arm as Mei Nianqing drew the tape measure from his shoulder to his wrist.

     Mei Nianqing figured that Y/n wouldn't fit in his own robes, much less Jun Wu's, so he was going to take Y/n's body measurements to a kind lady that he met in the market who did custom clothing making.

     Y/n wanted to go to her and have her do the measures since it was less back and forth type stuff, but Mei Nianqing refused since The Tragedy of The Burning Cities and Da Hong was a well known topic in her area.

     Y/n questioned how Mei Nianqing knows what Da Hong looks like, apparently he had no little number of paintings made for him, often depicting him as a ghost who punished people for their wrongdoings.

     "Only one more arm." Mei Nianqing said as he scribbled down Y/n's measurements on the piece of paper he had.

     As Mei Nianqing drew the tape measure over      Y/n's other arm, Y/n couldn't help but let another question slip off his tongue.