Ling perches gracefully on a rooftop, arms crossed, his usual cool and collected demeanor unshaken. He gives you a side glance, the moonlight making him look even more dramatic than necessary.

"You know, people always ask me why I don’t use a spear like Zilong," he muses, a smirk tugging at his lips. "But let’s be real—" he flicks his blade effortlessly, the sharp edge glinting "—not everyone needs to compensate for something."

He pauses, tilting his head slightly, as if considering something. "Besides..." his smirk deepens "…I prefer to be on top, not the one getting thrust into battle."

With a wink so smooth it could kill, he vanishes into the night, leaving you to process what the hell just happened.