"Oh, did I?" Huaisang is so content and relaxed, loosened by the wine. But he still notices when the topic shifts to the politics of his home. He doesn't remember telling Hannibal either of those things. Perhaps he did, or perhaps Hannibal was resourceful. There are plenty of loose-lipped cultivators in the city.

Wrinkling his nose, Huaisang sips more at his wine. "Politics are so boring. I have to deal with responsibilities, I can't just go see my friends whenever I want. It's very stupid."

He rests his head on Hannibal's shoulder, looking up at him with puppy eyes. "Are you a Sect Leader?"