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Mo Ying pulled open the sliding door to his room before he made a motion for Lan Zhan to enter first, he then followed the white-clad cultivator into the space. The walls were decorated with notes and papers, a map of the sects was pinned up on the largest wall in the room, it was covered head to toe with notes, some in a completely different language and some so messy that it pained the eye. Mo Ying cringed slightly at the sight, before watching his friend look around, the floor wasn't exactly in any better of a state, there were yet more blank and filled talismans and papers spread around haphazardly, as well as a few brushes and inventions Mo Ying had been fiddling with the past week, the boy chuckled almost nervously as Lan Zhan carefully picked up a compass that had been spinning crazily, then he turned and raised his eyebrow as if asking a question, "That one's a failure, haha, you should probably put it down, I made a better one yesterday..."

"What is it supposed to do?" Lan Zhan's voice was soft and pleasant to the ears, and Mo Ying paused for a moment with that thought, before rushing to explain when he'd noticed Lan Zhan step a little closer. He hopped over a few of the papers and brushes, before standing beside the slightly older male, an excitement to his voice as he attempted to explain his idea for the compass,

"Well," Lan Zhan locked eyes with Mo Ying as the ravenette pulled a playful smirk to his face, before looking to the small metal object, carefully prying the jade's hand from the item, finger by finger, taking it into his own hand, "the idea was for it to track the nearest or most powerful source of resentment, so it can make night hunts easier for lower levelled cultivators, like the ones not really able to sense it that well and the clans that have a smaller number of cultivators. Oh, and it could also help younger cultivators when they're first starting out, ya know?" Lan Zhan listened as Mo Ying rambled on about the make of the compass and how a few of the more intricate bits worked, the colder boy couldn't help the warmth spreading through his chest as he watched Mo Ying fiddle with a few bits and bobs. He was clearly excited to share his thoughts, since he kept talking about this invention and pointed out a few other, like a spirit luring flag, a pouch that carried spirits and even a long, black strip of fabric with strange letters on that fluttered softly as Mo Ying had picked it up. Lan Zhan hummed in acknowledgement whenever Mo Ying had looked to him, with those big glimmering eyes to see if he was still listening, so full of excitement and happiness, the boy from Gusu couldn't  help the small smile that had settled on his face as Mo Ying gently tugged on his sleeve and placed a small box in his hands, "And this is a ward against resentment, it has spells cast on each bead, I made one for you and the others, and even a smaller one for the new babe coming! I've already given the others theirs, but you never come up here, so I had to wait to give this one to you. But, here, Lan Er-Gege, a gift from this lowly one, to my dearest Shixiong.~"

Lan Zhan practically felt steam exiting his head as his ears grew a deep crimson, Mo Ying laughed heartily at the now flustered twin jade, tears welling in his eyes as a thought plagued his mind, 'god I missed him', the flushed boy sighed softly, before slowly opening the box to find a delicate, jade bracelet, each of the beads engraved with runes, all of which were unique and did something different. Lan Zhan gently removed the bracelet from the box and held it out to Mo Ying, "Oh! Sure, I'll help, pass it here, Lan Er-Gege." Mo Ying took the bracelet from his hand and helped him slip it onto his wrist, carefully tying it tight enough. Lan Zhan watched Mo Ying do this, his eyes darker than usual, and a slight frown on his delicate features as he felt the boy's cold hands brush against his skin, not only that, but looking closer he could see a few smaller scars detailing his palms, they were shaped in small crescents, some dragging slightly up the palm and others deeper. Mo Ying gently pulled away after finishing his action, he hummed softly as memories from the first life ran through his head, they were patchy and jumped from time to time, swapping between his older memories to the ones from just before he died. A few in particular forced a pain upon him and he found himself dizzy from the mix of raw emotions they produced.