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Behind the Qing Jing Peak Lord's bamboo hut — just beyond the bamboo forest and before the entrance to the training grounds was a hidden bamboo grove undisturbed from the rest of the peak.
But if one were to walk closer towards the bamboo thicket, perhaps they'll be able to hear some faint whispers — a mix mangled Chinese sounding words with something.... foreign, somewhat sinister.
Now if, say a foolhardy student were to break through into the bamboo thicket right this instant to investigate the source of the noise, they will immediately witness two Peak Lords in a rather heated exchange in that same strange language... the both of them a rather... close proximity.
And while the An Ding Peak Lord seemed somewhat bullied by the notorious Shen Qingqiu, he wasn't crying out in distress. Rather, it seemed like he was hanging on despite the tears on his face. There was already a strange flush spreading from those wide, red rimmed eyes all the way through his temples and past his neck, the rest hidden by his elegant robes — The same neck that had be touched by the Qing Jing Peak Lord's signature fan.
Now the Qing Jing peak lord, his was an odd expression. For a man capable of expressions that would literally silence and kill, this was a rare display of mild annoyance as gentle as the warm spring breeze, a bark louder than the bite. Shen Qingqiu scoffed at the Lord of An Ding, glaring at those half moon eyes — at those full lashes, crinkling through those tears looking absolutely bullied in the process of this... strange exchange.
... It looked like this was something regular between the two of them.
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Perhaps this is some new ... way of flirting?
Who knows, they certainly seem really... enthusiastic in their roles, the Qing Jing Peak Lord, making no real move to hit the other with that fan of his, the base of the item's touch featherlight against the other's flushed neck.
... It's probably better to leave those two to their own devices lest the disciple gets punished for eavesdropping by copying those lengthy Qing Jing classics, or worse, suffer through an 'An Ding Laundry Mishap™️'
Image Description: The Scum Villain Transmigrator, Shen Yuan/Shen Qingqiu is pointing his fan at the An Ding Peak Lord and fellow transmigrator Shang Qinghua, his expression slightly outraged. Shang Qinghua looks quite intimidated by this, his smile frozen in place as their banter continues. Yet, it seemed like this was a common occurrence between the two of them. The two Peak Lords are illuminated by dappled sunlight and shadowed by the bamboo grove.