Xue Yang pulls himself out and spends a moment fixing his pants back into place. Then he takes a moment to get a good look at Song Lan, and in particular, that vine around his neck.
For a moment he considers leaving it... but what would be the fun in that? He wants Song Lan to suffer with the memory of this moment. There's no lesson for a dead person to learn.
He reaches up, and with a few deliberate touches, coaxes the vine to let go of Song Lan's neck. Xue Yang carelessly redirects it to somewhere where it likely won't try to grab him again, then turns to leave.
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Xue Yang pulls himself out and spends a moment fixing his pants back into place. Then he takes a moment to get a good look at Song Lan, and in particular, that vine around his neck.
For a moment he considers leaving it... but what would be the fun in that? He wants Song Lan to suffer with the memory of this moment. There's no lesson for a dead person to learn.
He reaches up, and with a few deliberate touches, coaxes the vine to let go of Song Lan's neck. Xue Yang carelessly redirects it to somewhere where it likely won't try to grab him again, then turns to leave.
"Best of luck getting free, Daozhang Song."