[That touch may be light, but it's Dan Feng who presses his bruises into Jing Yuan's hand anyway. He's glad he had the foresight to have the worst of the injuries healed, because Kaine did not hold back.]

It is the nature of my being, Jing Yuan. My very face has been molded to the regulations of the Imbibitor Lunae. Holding myself to that standard was my purpose. [He inhales, as if gathering himself.]

You were right. I was... afraid. For Bailu. To walk in my footsteps is something I would not have wanted for Baiheng's legacy.