It is the hole of the bridge, nothing to bury it with. But as Wangji sets the plant down, there is no need for an answer to be given - rather, one starts to grow. Rapidly, the roots twist around the wood, having a place to cling; the plant itself starts to grow out, up, around, turning into vine-like greenery that expand.
Wangji may need to take a step back, as some of it grips onto the once-railing that ends where the hole has been made; and then, from the 'floor' of the bridge, the plant starts to reach out across the hold that deters them. Falling at first, until- a wind blows, gently holding it up to keep growing - letting it reach the other side of the broken bridge.
It's not at first safe to cross, but the plant continues, returning where it came. Weaving into itself, quicker now that it's fully grown.
Until soon, the gap between two sides has been filled in by the vine-like plant, thick and sturdy.
"That." Lan Wangji mutters, watching the delicate strand twisting around itself and stepping back to let it settle, "Is far more convenient." He bows in the direction of the statue, then places his hand on the vine. "I will continue, if I see another such plant should I attempt to do this again?"
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Wangji may need to take a step back, as some of it grips onto the once-railing that ends where the hole has been made; and then, from the 'floor' of the bridge, the plant starts to reach out across the hold that deters them. Falling at first, until- a wind blows, gently holding it up to keep growing - letting it reach the other side of the broken bridge.
It's not at first safe to cross, but the plant continues, returning where it came. Weaving into itself, quicker now that it's fully grown.
Until soon, the gap between two sides has been filled in by the vine-like plant, thick and sturdy.
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He bows in the direction of the statue, then places his hand on the vine. "I will continue, if I see another such plant should I attempt to do this again?"