He adopted his perfect, hollow, melancholic mask, attempting to utilize the Sect Leader's "Poker Face" to de-escalate the situation through polite, tragic nobility.
"Junior Brother Lu," Zechuan murmured softly, his hollow baritone echoing calmly in the courtyard. He offered a shallow, respectful bow. "Please, sheathe your hostility. You labor under a misconception. Martial Uncle Lin has inflicted no harm upon my soul."
Jianheng paused, his blazing eyes shifting to the Senior Apprentice. The sight of Zechuan actively stepping in to defend his "seducer" only fueled Jianheng's righteous, jealous fury.
'He is already completely under the cook's spell! The brainwashing is absolute!'
"Senior Brother Shen, you do not understand the danger you are in," Jianheng pleaded urgently, his tone softening slightly as he addressed the "victim." "His words are like honey, but his actions are binding. He will trap you and ruin your Dao heart. You must step away from him."
