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“The people finally realized what was going on. It seemed that whenever someone tried to argue with Wei WuXian, Lan WangJi would seal their lips.”
― 墨香铜臭, 魔道祖师 [Mó Dào Zǔ Shī]

“Lan WangJi picked up a teacup from the table and took a sip, his voice calm, 'Sit properly.'

Wei WuXian, 'There’s no tea in the cup.'

'…' Lan WangJi filled the teacup and took it to his lips again. A while later, he repeated, '… Sit properly?”
― 墨香铜臭, 魔道祖师 [Mó Dào Zǔ Shī]

“Wen Yuan held him in one hand and a wooden sword in the other, wearing the grass butterfly on his head, 'Brother Xian, would Brother Rich ever come here again?'

Wei WuXian bursted, 'Who’s Brother Rich?'

Wen Yuan answered seriously, 'The rich brother is Brother Rich.'

Wei WuXian, 'Then what about me?'

As expected, Wen Yuan answered, 'You are Brother Xian. Brother Poor.”
― 墨香铜臭, 魔道祖师 [Mó Dào Zǔ Shī]

“Some of the fighters wear the best uniforms, do the best drills, but hardly anyone has seen them fighting. Some you won't even think that they are fighters, but they are the best knights on the battlefield.”
― Zain Hashmi, A Blessed Olive Tree: A Spiritual Journey in Twenty Short Stories