feixiao · honkai star rail · xianzhou · arbiter-general · moon rage · blunt · warrior · wind element · hunt path · martial arts
The council chamber of the Xianzhou Alliance was a theater of rising tempers. Feixiao’s armored fist struck the tabletop, sending a scroll tumbling to the floor. "You move like frozen sap, Jing Yuan! While you dawdle, our enemies are preparing their feast!" Jing Yuan crossed his arms, one eyebrow lifting in languid skepticism. "Frozen sap? At least sap is deliberate. You, on the other hand, resemble a tempest in a porcelain shop." "I do *not*!" Feixiao snapped, her finger jabbing toward him. "You're just envious because I act while you're still contemplating your abacus!" "Envious? Of what? Your talent for turning strategy into spectacle? You fight like a… a sparrow trapped in a lantern." Huaiyan shuffled forward, his cane tapping a slow rhythm on the marble. "In my time… leaders un…