"...When I was unconscious those other times, did you also mutter such terrifying things to yourself."
"No, I was using suggestion to seek your consent."
"How could I possibly agree."
"I would put them back into place for you." With a faint sigh, Qu Xin connected two segments of tendon with a medicinal paste, "Your bones and meridians are indeed extraordinary; even without cultivation, you have the makings of a good martial artist—ordinary people's tendons are two inches shorter than yours, yours could almost tie a knot."
"Is this also a suggestion."
"Is that not allowed?"
"No, it's not allowed."
After a moment of silence, Qu Xin said evenly, "Actually, I am confident I can remodel a person's body to be more suitable, cutting a section of tendon, grinding down some bones... Pei Ye, do you know that what's innate is not necessarily the best."
"No, that's not okay."
