video;

[sanityinruins]

[ This video starts out with an image of a short sword that looks like it's made out of cut bone resting on top of a blacken skillet. The camera then focuses on a set of bone cooking chopsticks resting next to a shallow bowl filled with a pale white liquid. Then the camera swings around and focuses on a table laid out with several different Chinese dishes. For those playing at home, the one very simple bottle sitting next to the food looks suspiciously like a rice wine bottle as well.

After giving everyone a minute or two to take in the sight of the food, the video turns off. Because Ye Zun is still a brat and really he is just showing off. ]

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[sanityinruins]

[ He hums a response, pouring himself another cup of liquor and downing it without any issue; his twin would have been passed out by now, even the smallest hint of rotgut sicken Shen Wei. ]

Our bodies are adapted to living in heat and near darkness and we also are not as easily sickened by some diseases humans fall to. Nothing too overly dramatic, but enough that makes us different.

[needsnoheadsman]

[It sounds almost like something out of Old Nan's wildest tales—people living underground for generations, turning into something not quite entirely human. Were this a few months ago, Robb would—well, he wouldn't have laughed, but he would've politely disbelieved Ye Zun.

Now, though?]

You've said your ancestors went underground first. Where were they from before that?

[sanityinruins]

[ In a way it is out of an old tale. What felt like history to Ye Zun was a ancient story even to Dixingrens these days. They were long removed from those times where even scraps of the ship have long disappeared. ]

The stars. We came from a different world, sailing across the stars until we crashed.