Goddamn it! Where the hell is google translate!!!

Shen Yuan

Qing Jing Peak has a cliff, with a funny name, called "Aaaah". There were lots of stories in the sect as to how it came about, the most common one being that people often fell off it due to how steep it was, thus the name "Aaaah".

However, upon looking out at it for dubious amounts of time, Shen Yuan was beginning to think otherwise. The void like countenance the cliff upheld was unnerving, making one's heart tremble with a foreboding feeling. Though the grass was as green as any other place on Qing Jing, he felt as if here it was more shadowed, to make one look upon their own shadow and see it melting into the blades of grass, like a decomposing corpse, becoming one with the ground.

Casting his field of vision outwards, beyond the cliff itself, he saw a bountiful amount of mist, which he assumed had to be clouds, considering how high up they were. God, if he ever forgot his sword and had to even walk up the peak he'd give up after the first six steps! How do the new disciples do it!? Let alone running their way up like a race!?

The clouds hooked around the cliff, making the bottom seem endless, like falling here would loose your soul for all eternity. Caught staring too long, Shen QingQiu felt like he was loosing himself. He clutched the silken fabric over his heart and wanted to scream, even without a reason the mere deathly presence made one want to rip their own heart out.

"Shizun! Shizun!" Binghe ran, puffing as his feet thundered against the hard earth.

"Yes Binghe?" Shen QingQiu turned around, allowing his focus to be on Binghe entirely.

With his Shizun looking at him and him alone, he felt humbled under his gaze and began fiddling with the box in his hands. He felt nervous under all of the attention, but secretly felt excited every time. Like his Shizun's focus should be on no one except for himself, it made him feel greedy and sinful. But he still indulged in this part of himself, because simply seeing his master's eyes on him made a warm feeling bloom inside of him. "I- this disciple brought lunch!" He held out the box with extended arms while his head dipped low in a bow, hiding his blushing face.

"Silly Binghe, didn't this master tell you to wait so we could make lunch together again?" He used his own improvised sign language to convey what he meant, though by now Binghe had excelled at English by leaps and bounds. He surely was the protagonist! Though, Shen Yuan knew this phrase in Mandarin, it was always good to refresh Binghe's knowledge on his language so there's little to no communication errors.

"I'm sorry Shizun! This lowly one couldn't wait! You always seem to enjoy this disciples food so I thought I'd prepare it today..." his hands were still awkwardly extended while Shen QingQiu gratefully took the box, intrigued as to what was inside. "I was thinking about what you said that day... that I should do some thinking on my own on what the dream demon had said... but I need Shizun's guidance!" He bowed deeply, "please forgive this disciple's ignorance!"

Shen QingQiu waved him off and popped the lid off the wooden try, delighting in the warm steam filling up his nostrils. He breathed in deeply and decided to sit down, cross legged on the grass. He pat the spot next to him and Binghe looked appalled. Ah? What had he done wrong this time? Was it the fact that they were having a picnic next to an ominous cliff that was meant for some comedic relief in the original PIDW?

"Shizun! Your- your robes will get dirty! If you'd have asked, this one would've went to grab some towels or cloth for Shizun to sit on!" He whined, looking around to see if there was anything close by that his Shizun could sit on before the moisture of the ground went into his clothes. He was about to take his outer robe off and offer it before his Shizun extended a hand and pat the ground. Again. Binghe felt blind for not noticing beforehand and quickly obeyed, his cheeks dyed red.