Chapter 29 - Dew

The waiter, "Take it easy. I was just about to mention that. Everyone did die. Although I said that he survived, it was only for a short while. After a few years, the clan's head, Chang Ping, died as well."

The mocking whispers of the cultivators who were just in the middle of criticising the inconsistency in the waiter's story immediately ceased. Nothing can shut cultivators up faster than a juicy, preferably violent story that they can gossip about, Wei Wuxian reflected with an amused smirk.

As the waiter's voice lowered, the background music grew ominous and more mysterious, his face getting darker and darker with shadows.

"This time, the death was even more horrifying. He was killed by lingchi with a sword! I don't need to tell you what lingchi is, do I?"

Sizhui gasped. He happened to be one of the few cultivators who did know about lingchi, who all cringed and muttered, "No, you really don't." But the waiter kept going anyway, because he clearly wanted to say it out loud.

"It's when the flesh on someone's body is piece by piece sliced off with a saber or a sword for three thousand and six hundred times, until all of the flesh is gone and there's only a skeleton left..."

"W-what?!" Jingyi choked, his face growing pale. "Why does such a- a gruesome techinque have a name?? Do people use it a lot??" He started to hyperventilate, imagining piles of scraps of flesh and lingchi assassins hiding in the shadows, waiting for innocent people to walk by.

Wei Wuxian wanted to pat his head reassuringly, but he couldn't reach over that far, so he just said calmly, "Don't worry Jingyi, not many people have the cultivation level to perform lingchi, it really doesn't happen that much."

"And not many people have enough hatred for another person to actually do such a thing." Sizhui added. "There were only less than 10 cases in the last hundred years."

When people around him gave him funny looks for knowing so much about lingchi, he blushed and quickly said, "I've read every book in the Library Pavilion, it just came up somewhere." After he said this, the looks became even more incredulous.

Meanwhile, a rural culitvator who'd never heard of these gruesome city affairs shivered. "Yes, someone must have hated Chang Ping very, very much, to have bothered killing him in such a painful and drawn-out way."

Of course, it was impossible for Wei WuXian not to know what lingchi was. If somebody wanted a book called A Thousand Ways to Die Agonizing Deaths, he'd have been the person who was most qualified to write it.

Some people laughed, but Lan Wangji did not look amused. He didn't like it when Wei Ying made such casual jokes about how he'd died. Particularly jokes about how agonising it was. Unless, Wei Ying was referencing the ways he'd killed other people? He hoped it was the latter. The only people Wei Ying had killed had deserved it, really.

He raised a hand, "I understand. Then, do you know why the Chang Clan was wiped out?" The waiter, "I heard that it was planned by another cultivational sect. That's for sure, right? Or else, why did a bunch of people who could cultivate fail to escape? They were definitely trapped inside by something or someone."

The audience nodded along, thinking this sounded very reasonable. However, Sizhui frowned. "That still doesn't make sense."

"Why not?" Jin Ling asked.

"Why would another cultivational sect go to such lengths to trap and massacre the whole Chang clan? Sects don't go killing other sects unless there's a war."

"Well, you said someone must have hated Chang Ping a lot to use lingchi on him. Maybe they hated the whole sect too." Jin Ling replied.

After a pause, Sizhui looked over at Jin Ling, and said with an impressed smile, "Wait, I think you're right."

Jin Ling tried and failed to reign in his smugness.

In case the conversation wasn't going well, the owner of the shop even brought over two side dishes of peanuts and sunflower seeds.

Jingyi exclaimed in amazement. "They really are so nice to you after you bought so much liquor! And they're answering all your questions too!"

Wei Wuxian grinned. "I know, right? I mean, if they knew who I actually was, I'd be chased out of the shop,

Wei WuXian nodded in acknowledgement, and continued while eating sunflower seeds, "Did anyone find out what exactly the something or someone was?" The waiter laughed, "Young Master, now you're just joking. How could we ordinary people who are just trying to get through life know anything about those who fly around in the skies?"

Wei Wuxian glanced around and saw most of the cultivators puff up their chests, their self-esteem seeming to boost by 300%. Didn't they realise that how depressing the separation between them and  'ordinary' people was? Cultivators might feel 'more important', but in the end, they can't be much use if they don't understand the people they are meant to be trying to help.

"Logically, you guys should know more than me since you all cultivate. I've only heard some vague talk of of how they offended someone whom they shouldn't have! Anyways, after that, nobody was left in charge of the evil beings around Yueyang."

"Offended someone whom they shouldn't have? That's got to be Xue Yang, right?" Guo Wanxin exclaimed.

"So that's why he massacred the Chang clan? How did they offend him so greatly?" wondered her friend.

Wei Wuxian's next words on the screen echoed them.

Wei WuXian pondered, "Somebody whom they shouldn't have offended?"

"That's right." The waiter ate two peanuts, "These sects or whatever indeed hold grudges against the others. I'm thinking that the Chang Clan must have been targeted by the other cultivators. Isn't killing people for the sake of treasures common or something? Those books all said so. Tales and legends as well. Although I don't know who exactly did it, it was apparently related to a very famous villain."

Lan Xichen raised his eyebrows. The common people didn't seem to know much at all about matters of the cultivation world. They told stories and spread rumours, but there was nothing concrete. Maybe he should speak to Wei gongzi later about how to involve the common people more.

Wei WuXian smiled as he lifted the liquor bowl to his lips, glancing sideways at him, "Let me guess. You're gonna say that you don't know who the villain was?" The waiter cracked up, "Guess again. I definitely know this one. He was called something along the lines of 'peculiar'... Right, 'patriarch'. The YiLing Patriarch!"

"What?? It was you, Wei Wuxian?". Several cultivators turned around to stare at him in shock and burgeoning anger.

Jingyi quickly rose to his senior's defence. "Are you all stupid? Do you all just instantly believe whatever rumour you hear, no matter who's saying it?"

Lan Xichen fervently agreed with his disciple, so he didn't tell him to mind his manners. Besides, his uncle Qiren was still out cold.

The other junior disciples quickly backed Jingyi up.

"Senior Wei had nothing to do with that massacre!" Zizhen exclaimed.

"He obviously doesn't even know who Chang Ping was-"

"- he actually helped save us all from Xue Yang!"

Wei Wuxian quickly spoke over all the junior disciples, "Thanks kids! But don't get so worked up. People can believe what they like, but the truth is going to come out very soon anyway." His words were cool, but he actually felt very warm inside - he was more than used to having no one on his side. Lan Zhan's support was more than surprising - he was still getting used to it, in fact - and having so many young disciples on his side was overwhelming. Almost like the old days when he was always surrounded by friends admiring him when he showed off his cultivation skills.

Wei WuXian choked, letting out a series of bubbles into the liquor bowl with a splash, "What?"

Him again?!

The juniors found Wei Wuxian's undignified reaction quite funny, and his confused and offended expression convinced most cultivators he probably hadn't participated in the massacre.

The waiter confirmed, "Yep, that's right! His surname was Wei. He's called Wei WuQian, I think. People sound both hateful and scared when they mention him."

"..."

(note: Wei Wuxian's name means no envy, but Wei Wuqian means no money)

At this point, every single person in the room was laughing, but most of all the juniors. Among them, Senior Wei being poor was a bit of an inside joke, and the waiter's ironic mistake with his name was extremely funny to them.

"Wei Wuqian!! Hahahahaha, that's a good one!" Jingyi said with glee, laughing uncontrollably.

Even the older cultivators were struggling to maintain their expressionless faces. Lan Xichen had already succumbed and was chuckling and Jiang Cheng's face was twitching, as if he'd forgotten how to laugh.

Wei WuXian thought over it and determined two things—One: He had never been to Yueyang before, and two: Among all of the people he had killed, none of them died by lingchi.

He felt that this was a bit absurd and looked over at Lan WangJi, as if he wanted an explanation.

Hearing Wei Wuxian think this, no one suspected him anymore for massacring the Chang Clan. His thoughts were, after all, going to be the more accurate source of information.

The juniors felt greatly reassured knowing that Senior Wei had never used lingchi on anyone - not that they expected he had. The older cultivators tended to seriously exaggerate Senior Wei's violent tendencies. Jingyi, for one, didn't believe half the stories about Wei Wuxian killing so many Wens the river went red with blood.

Lan WangJi had been waiting for this look since quite a while ago. He replied, "We are leaving." Wei WuXian immediately understood. Lan WangJi had something to say to him and it couldn't be said in the liquor shop, under everyone's noses.

"Oooh..." The cultivators wriggled with excitement knowing that they were about to hear something secret.

He stood up, "Then let's leave. How much... Right, it's been paid already. I'm leaving the liquor here for now. I'll continue drinking after we finish." He added, half-jokingly, "Make sure it's still here when I get back."

The cultivators from poorer sections of the Jianghu had been feeling a bit indignant, when Wei Wuxian appeared to be leaving without finishing the 10 jars of liquor he'd bough, but when they heard he was coming back they nodded in approval.

The waiter, even though he seemed a bit misinformed, seemed to be a friendly person, and exceedingly funny as well (even if he didn't realise it), so it was nice that Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji would come back later to talk with him.

Having already finished more than half of the plate of peanuts, the waiter responded, "Of course! Our shop is honest to everyone, from the old to the young. Leave 'em here and don't worry. We'll wait until you come back to close our shop. Hey, Young Masters, are you going to the Chang Residence right now? Whoa, now that's pretty cool—I'm from the area and I haven't even been there! I've only dared to sneak a few looks at it from far away. Are you two going inside? What are you going to do?"

Wei WuXian, "We're also just gonna sneak a few looks, from far away."

The cultivators were surprised. They were going to investigate the Chang residence already??

None of them believed that Wei Wuxian was going to just 'sneak a few looks'. Knowing him, he'd probably get straight into the danger zone and accidentally stumble into the middle of an incredibly significant discovery.

The young waiter had an outgoing personality, getting friendly with strangers a bit too quickly. Although they only chatted for a short while, he was already treating Wei WuXian as if they were friends. He came over to put his arm around Wei WuXian's shoulder, "Is the work that you two do hard? Do you earn lots of money? Probably a ton, right? What a respectable job. Let me ask you something—is it difficult to get started? I..."

The cultivators from wealthy sects snorted disdainfully, but others were more sympathetic with the waiter. Cultivation life really did seem so much more grand than civilian life. Unfortunately, if one wasn't born into a cultivation family, and didn't develop a golden core, there wasn't much they could do.

Zizhen looked at the waiter and tilted his head. "Senior Wei, are you still friends with this waiter person?"

Wei Wuxian laughed, but Lan Wangji turned his whole body to stare into his eyes. Suddenly Wei Wuxian felt a bit hot. "Of course not!" he said hastily.

As he babbled, he suddenly shut his mouth, nervously looking to the side. He whispered, "Young Master, why is the one beside you... staring at me?"

Wei WuXian followed his gaze just to see Lan WangJi turn around, stand up, and walk outside the liquor shop, "Oh, him. This friend of mine was brought up strictly. He absolutely hates it when other people are being too comfortable with each other in front of him. Isn't that strange?"

"... I don't think that's the reason, Senior Wei." Sizhui sighed. This was why his two dads too so long to get together. Senior Wei was great at reading people, except when it came to the extremely obvious feelings Hanguang Jun had for him.

The waiter awkwardly took away his arm, replying in a hushed voice, "Strange indeed. The way he looked over, you'd think that I was putting my arm around his wife..."

While everyone laughed again at the waiter's hilariously ironic choice of words, Wei Wuxian nudged his husband. "Hey, that waiter might just have some potential for cultivation. His observational skills are really good, aren't they?" he teased.

Lan Wangji frowned in an uncharacteristically sulky way. Wei Wuxian quickly continued, "Because he really was putting his arm around your wife. Well, husband, partner, same thing."

Lan Wangji stopped frowning, and Wei Wuxian took that to mean he was pleased again.

With Lan WangJi's hearing ability, it was impossible for him to not catch something just because it was with a lowered voice. Imagining how he'd feel right now, Wei WuXian tried so hard not to laugh that his stomach hurt.

He quickly said to the waiter, "I finished a jar."

"That's a weird way to change the topic, but okay." Jin Ling snorted.

The waiter, "I'm sorry?"

Wei WuXian pointed at himself, "I'm standing."

Finally recalling the "if you can still stand after you finish this, I'll adopt your surname" that he said earlier, he blurted out, "Oh... Ohhh! Uhm... Wow! I'm not kidding, but this is my first time seeing someone who can still stand and speak properly after downing a jar. Young Master, what's your surname?"

"Wei Wuxian's alcohol tolerance is really unheard of." laughed an older cultivator. "That unlucky waiter! He could have spent his whole life unchallenged, but he just had to meet the one person in the world that can stand that much liquor."

"I wonder what Senior Wei will say now. It's not like he can say his surname is 'Wei'. " Jingyi wondered.

Wei WuXian, "My surname..."

Suddenly remembering the "Wei WuQian" that the waiter mentioned, the corners of his lips twitched. He smoothly transitioned, "Is Lan."

Lan Xichen heard movement beside him and realised in horror that his uncle had roused himself - at exactly the wrong time, just in time to hear Wei Wuxian declare his last name was Lan.

"Wei...Wu..Xian...What did you...say??" Lan Qiren croaked.

"Ah! The old man, I mean, uh, Master Qiren is awake??" Wei Wuxian yelped. "I didn't say anything, perhaps you should go back to sleep-"

Lan Qiren shot him a nasty look, and straightened his posture so he could continue watching. He didn't really understand what was happening, but he knew he'd figure out where the story was up to soon enough.

The waiter was also someone with a thick face, announcing without any change of expression, "Yes. From today on, my surname will be Lan!" Under the bright-red banners of the liquor shop, it seemed as if, for one second, Lan WangJi's figure stumbled ever so slightly.

Lan Qiren continued to stare at the screen, mystified, while the room filled with laughter again.

"Why did you say that, Wei Wuxian?!" groaned Jiang Cheng. "Shameless!"

"Poor Wangji can't even tell if you're joking." sighed Xichen

With a mischievous smile on his face, Wei WuXian walked over with his hands behind his back and patted his shoulder, "HanGuang-Jun, to thank you for paying the bill, I made him adopt your surname."

"Okay, that's your excuse, then." said Jiang Cheng, disgruntled. "You look extremely pleased with yourself, wipe that gleeful smile off your face!"

After they left the city, the two walked in the direction of where the waiter pointed at. The number of people gradually decreased, while the number of trees increased. Wei WuXian asked, "Back then, why did you not let me continue asking him?"

Lan WangJi, "I suddenly remembered hearing about what happened in Yueyang. There was no need to continue asking."

"Or maybe, you were just drinking vinegar and didn't like me talking so much to the waiter." Wei Wuxian said lightly in Lan Wangji's ear, which was rapidly going red. Wei Wuxian laughed. He loved riling his husband up, teasing him until he finally snapped and started kissing him.

Wei WuXian, "Before you tell me, let me ask you something. Confirm for me that the, uh, wiping out of the Chang Clan wasn't done by me, was it?"

"...why are you asking? Do you often kill entire clans and then forget about it?" asked a cultivator disapprovingly.

"Yeah, lost track of all the clans I've exterminated." muttered Wei Wuxian. Every head in the vicinity turned around to look at him in alarm.

"I'm joking!" he quickly put in. "Just joking! Chill out, people."

"The fact that you're worried that you actually did kill a whole clan without remembering is really suspicious." Jin Chan said.

"Shut up! He hasn't killed any clans." scowled Jin Ling.

"People keep saying I've done a lot of things. Even I can't tell the truth from fiction anymore." sighed Wei Wuxian.

Other than how he died ten years ago, his soul had been fairly stable, it was impossible that he killed an entire clan and didn't remember anything!

"Had it? Doesn't demonic cultivation destabilise the soul and core?" a cultivator said sceptically.

"Only if you do it wrong." Wei Wuxian said dismissively, not wanting to get too deep into the subject.

Lan WangJi, "No."

Wei WuXian, "Oh."

That settled the matter for everyone in the room. If Lan Wangji said that Wei Wuxian hadn't done it, then he really hadn't. Lan Wangji could never lie.

It was as if he returned to those days, before he died, of being even worse than a sewer rat, despised by everyone. He played a role in everything; he was to be blamed for everything. Even if one's neighbor's grandson didn't eat properly and lost five pounds, it was because the child was frightened by stories of the YiLing Patriarch commanding the Ghost General to murder people.

The room finally went silent. Sizhui didn't know what to say to that. Was that what it was like for Wei Wuxian before he died? Just because he used demonic cultivation, everyone treated him like vermin and blamed him for everything. The injustice made his fists curl up.

Wei Wuxian's face still looked carefully indifferent on the outside, but they could see now how the constant scapegoating really affected him inside.

However, Lan WangJi spoke again, "The killing was not done by you, but it was related to you."

Wei WuXian, "What's the relationship?"

"Oh? Related to him?" The cultivators started to speculate amongst themselves again, but in whispers, with the uncomfortable and slightly guilty atmosphere still hanging over them.

Lan WangJi, "There are two relationships. First, one of the people who were connected to it shared a past with your mother." Wei WuXian stopped in his tracks. He didn't know what he was feeling at the moment or how his face looked. Pausing for a moment, he spoke, "... My mother?"

The cultivators immediately tried to recall everything they knew about Wei Wuxian's parents, but it was all quite vague and unknown. Probably had something to do with the rumours of the Yiling Patriarch springing from the depths of the Burial Mounds, birthed from evil and resentment.

Wei WuXian was the son of Wei ChangZe, a servant of the YunmengJiang Sect, and ZangSe SanRen, a rogue cultivator.

Now that Wei Wuxian cleared that up immediately, other long-forgotten rumours started resurfacing to the minds of the audience. Something about Wei Wuxian's mother being a close friend - or more than friend - with Jiang Fengmian?

The juniors didn't know any of these rumours, and instead listened with great interest to the stories of Wei Wuxian's family. It was a certainly strange thought - and clearly, Senior Wei wasn't used to thinking about his parents, seeing from his shocked and uncertain face.

Both Jiang FengMian and his wife, Yu ZiYuan, were quite familiar with Wei WuXian's parents. Despite this, Jiang FengMian never reminisced about his old friend in front of Wei WuXian and, moreover, Yu ZiYuan never spoke properly to Wei WuXian at all. It was lucky for him if she didn't give him a few whips and send him to kneel in the ancestral hall so that he'd keep his distance from Jiang Cheng.

"..What?" Jingyi asked, indignant. "That's not fair."

Jiang Cheng turned his mind back to the painful memories of life with Wei Wuxian and his parents. How long ago that seemed... His mother had been really harsh with Wei Wuxian, but making him keep his distance from his shidi hadn't worked at all, anyway.

Other people told him most of the things he knew about his parents. He really didn't know much more than what everyone else knew.

Jin Ling blinked hard. That sounded exactly like him - he knew next to nothing about his parents, apart from vague comments about how kind his mother was and how brave his father was. And now, it was even more confusing, with Wei Wuxian's memories showing him the other sides of his parents.

Lan WangJi also halted, turning around to look at him, "Have you heard of the name 'Xiao XingChen'?"

Wei WuXian searched through his memories, "No."

The name 'Xiao Xingchen' rippled across the room as all the cultivators simultaneously asked each other whether anyone remembered who that was. The name did sound familiar. He was a skilled cultivator, often alongside his friend Song Zichen, but apart from that not many knew how he could be realted to the massacre of the Chang Clan.

Lan WangJi, "'No' is correct. He was well-known when he left the mountain twelve years ago. Now, nobody mentions him."

Twelve years ago just happened to be one year after the siege at YiLing's LuanZang Hill, which meant that he only just missed it.

The juniors at that time hadn't been old enough to remember anything about Xiao Xingchen, but they learned plenty about him at Yi City. It gave them a weird, upsetting feeling knowing that at that time, they were barely children, and Wei Wuxian was...not really anywhere anymore.

Wei WuXian asked, "What's the mountain? Who taught him?"

Lan WangJi, "I do not know which mountain it was. His was taught by a cultivator. Xiao XingChen was a pupil of BaoShan SanRen."

"Oh, that's right! Xiao Xingchen learned from the great master BaoShan SanRen, one of the few that went down the mountain." Ling Baihu said excitedly. He had been a big fan of Xiao Xingchen and Song Zichen back when they were famous. When their names faded from the spotlight, he still continued to try follow them, but eventually, they both seemed to vanish off the surface of the earth...

Wei WuXian finally understood why Lan WangJi said that this person shared a past with his mother, "So, that mean's Xiao XingChen is my shishu."

ZangSe SanRen was also a pupil of BaoShan SanRen.

Everything was slowly coming together now. The cultivators nodded along, listening intently to keep up with the story, trying to store the information as best as they could.

BaoShan SanRen was a cultivator who lived secluded from the rest of the world, rumored to be of the same generation as Wen Mao and Lan An. Most of the heroes from that generation had already returned to dust, yet BaoShan SanRen was said to have still remained unfallen. If it really was so, then she must be hundreds of years old and have quite a high level of cultivation. Back then, with the lead of Wen Mao, the cultivation world focused on the rise of clans instead of sects, and cultivational forces connected by blood ties rose as if they were bamboo shoots after a spring rain. Without exception, every cultivator who was slightly famous chose to found a sect. Yet, this cultivator decided to retire into solitude, living in a mountain under the cultivational name of BaoShan SanRen. Nobody knows, though, which mountain she was embracing. Speaking of it, it was only called retiring into solitude because nobody knew. If after one retired into solitude, they could still be found easily, it wouldn't be called retiring into solitude anymore.

The cultivators snorted. Wei Wuxian's rambling thoughts sometimes went on side-routes. Luckily, he circled back to the original topic quickly enough.

She lived in an unknown celestial mountain and would often secretly take abandoned children up the mountain to be her pupils. However, all of the pupils had to vow that they would devote their whole lives to cultivation, never leaving the mountain or entering human society. Or else, no matter what the reason was, they were never to go back again. They'd need to depend on themselves to survive in the mortal world, cutting all ties with their teacher.

"Oh. That's a strange rule, but I guess it makes sense?" Sizhui said, considering the concept. Xiao Xingchen must have been very brave to have left the mountain, knowing he'd never see his teacher again.

Everyone spoke highly of BaoShan SanRen for her foresight in setting this rule. This was because, during the few hundreds of years, only three of her pupils left the mountain—YanLing DaoRen, ZangSe SanRen, and Xiao XingChen. Of these three pupils, none died a peaceful death. Wei WuXian knew about the fates of the first and second pupils ever since he was young, so no further explanations were needed.

"Wait...we don't know what happened!" some cultivators complained.

Wei Wuxian shot them an irritated look. "They didn't die a peaceful death. That's all you need to know."

The cultivators wisely shut their mouths. After all, wanting to know more about how Wei Wuxian's mother died was very insensitive, when Wei Wuxian was right there.

Thus, Lan WangJi told him the stories of the last pupil, his shishu. When Xiao XingChen left the mountain, he was only seventeen. Lan WangJi had never met him in person, but he had heard about Xiao XingChen's talent from others. At that time, the Sunshot Campaign only finished a few years ago and the siege at Yiling's Luanzang Hill had just ended. All of the prominent sects were recruiting qualified cultivators from all around to be part of them. Xiao XingChen left the mountain in hopes of saving the world. With his excellent talent and capable teacher, during his first night-hunt, he held a horsetail whisk in one hand and a long sword in the other, entering the mountain alone and claiming first place—he became famous overnight.

"Wow!!" Zizhen gasped. "That's unbelievable! He just came down from the mountain, and he beat everyone else??"

"Why don't we know more about him? Surely such a talent should be a prominent part of the cultivation world by now?"

The speculations were all slowly coming to the same conclusion: something bad happened to Xiao Xingchen before he could make a big name for himself. What a shame! Such talent was really one -in-a -generation.

As the sects saw such a bright, gifted cultivator at such a young age, they all invited him to their sects. Yet, Xiao XingChen turned down all of the offers. He said that he didn't want to depend on any sects, but he wanted to build a new sect with a close friend that didn't value a bloodline.

This concept shocked everyone from the major sects, which all valued bloodline. Without bloodline, how else would you build a sect? Handpick them from the common people?

Looking around at the unconvinced expression on many of the cultivators' faces, Wei Wuxian sighed internally. Accepting such a different idea would clearly take an extremely long time for the cultivators of this generation. He looked at the juniors, but to his surprise they looked interested. The sight filled him with appreciation.

He'd always really admired Xiao Xingchen for this goal. If he were a more reputable cultivator, if he hadn't gone down the Yiling Patriarch road, he might have tried to follow through with Xiao Xingchen's idea and make a sect like that.

He had a soft personality but a solid heart, gentle on the outside but determined on the inside. Whenever someone had a difficult matter at hand, the first thing they thought of was to find him for help. As a person of moral integrity, he never refused either, which was why people often spoke of him with appraisal.

This description endeared Xiao Xingchen to everyone in the audience. Such a personality was really remarkable. With the amount of actually decent people dwindling rapidly throughout the ages, they wished they could have met such a pure person.

That was around when the wiping out of the Yueyang Clan happened.

Everyone blinked and re-concentrated on the current situation, with (probably) Xue Yang and the massacre of the Yueyang Chang Clan, but the board fade to black. Groans of frustrated echoed around the room. Did Wei Wuxian enjoy leaving everyone hanging that much??

Wei Wuxian raised his hands to say 'not my fault'.

He closed his eyes and leaned against his husband, firmly ignoring all the yelled questions directed at him. They could learn to be patient.

A/N: Sorry about the three day delay, and thanks so much for the sweet supportive messages everyone! I know, going out into the big real world is sort of scary, but I had a good time :) when you guys aren't reading fanfic, I encourage you to do some exploring!