HuaiSang drops his eyes, attention lingering on Runyu's forearm where it touches his own. He spreads his palm almost idly, letting the backs of his fingers brush against Runyu's arm.

"Two years," he says, eyes on the tablecloth.

Fourteen years.

He reaches for his cup of wine and drains it.

He wants desperately to not be the sect leader anymore. He wants his brother to be the sect leader and to live a long, long life, preferably attaining immortality.