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Wei Wuxian smiles at the bright laughter of the once-children in the cold springs of Cloud Recesses. Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi, now fully grown adults, still behave like the bratty (LJY’s part) teenagers when he first met them all those years ago.
There used to be four.
Now there are only two.
Wei Wuxian’s eyes still sometimes wander amongst the white and blue shades for a glint of gold, a colour so gaudy he usually scoffs at it.
Jin Ling hasn’t joined his friends in Cloud Recesses ever since…
Wei Wuxian sighs, leaning back on his hands as he looks up at the clear blue skies.
Resentment no longer fill his body, he feels lighter than ever before, like when he was Yunmeng Jiang, Wei Wuxian, before—everything.
LWJ is pleased, Wei Wuxian knows. That he was not using demonic cultivation anymore. Wei Wuxian tells him that he wants to leave that part of his life behind. Demonic cultivation took away so many things precious to him.
“Good,” LWJ had said, a small smile on his face.
What Wei Wuxian doesn’t tell him is that Chen Qing no longer responds to him.
Wei Wuxian remembers when he was sitting on the roof of the Jingshi, playing a tune mindlessly on the flute when the melody splutters midway and only silent air flows out of the once beautiful
instrument.
Wei Wuxian blinked his eyes in shock, surely Chen Qing was not…malfunctioning? But it has been five years since, and never did Chen Qing make a sound ever again.
He stops carrying it on his waist, and waves away people’s queries with a cheerful laugh.
How ironic.
Deep down inside, Wei Wuxian knows. Knows why Chen Qing would no longer answer her master’s call.
5 years ago, Sect Leader Jiang Wanyin passed away in Lotus Pier—reasons unknown, never shared to the rest of the world by YMJ.
Why would Chen Qing respond to a master who no longer has a reason to use her?
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In the Burial Mounds:
“I need power. I need to get back. Jiang Cheng—I need to get back to Jiang Cheng. Chen Qing, give me strength! We are getting out of here!” WWX grits his teeth as he claws
out of the death pit.
He has a promise to fulfil. Jiang Cheng, shixiong is coming. Wait for me! Yunmeng Shuangjie will never fall!
Even in the darkness and stench of resentful aura, his eyes shone bright with determination.
He was going home.
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