"Monologue, please," Wen Ning says. "I can't do it as nicely as any of you, but I have things to say about cultivating resentful energy, seeing it's my life now."

"Undeath," Jin Guangyao corrects.

Wen Ning picks up a tray and completely ignores him.

"Let's go somewhere else, either the bar or the garden, and eat there?"