A pair of slim boots gently touched the ground. A slender hand flipped the neat braid over her shoulder as she retrieved her sword and resheathed it. The woman turned on her heels and approached the gates of Drifting Clouds Mountain Sect. She lifted her pendent to the observing guards and entered the sect without halting a step. Her lips were pressed into the usual straight line as she walked past. The two guards watched her and sighed in their hearts, both having the same thought—”as expected of Drifting Clouds Mountain Sect’s flower”.
“Elder Zhou,” a group of younger disciples bowed as Zhou Ying’an walked by.
The woman froze and glanced at the disciples. After another moment, she nodded and proceeded on by. The group of younger disciples shuddered. They thought, for a second, they would be getting a scolding.
As the group and the woman pulled further away, the woman let out a low sigh. A headache was incoming.
When he was younger, there had been many times that Wu Lingtian had used the Shapeshifting Technique. There were missions that had required him to go undercover and he had been the most proficient at it, so the other disciples depended on him. Most of the times he transformed into guards, sometimes he transformed into dandies. There was even a handful of times he had pretended to be women in pleasure houses or mistresses of the rich and powerful. This was, however, the first time he was impersonating someone he personally knew in a place that knew them very well. He was suddenly extra careful about his every step and movement.
“Ah? Zhou-shijie,” another voice called out Wu Lingtian. He looked up at the familiar man walking towards him and rummaged his head for how Zhou Ying’an normally interacted with this person. “How come you’ve come back so soon?”
“He Ling,” Wu Lingtian greeted, his voice pitched much higher than he was used to. “There was a scripture I was reading and I forgot to bring it with me.”
“Ah,” Hé Líng (何凌) smiled. “I see. Then, Zhou-shijie, are you going to be staying for a while? If you have some time, we can—”
“Sorry, He Ling,” Wu Lingtian swiftly interrupted him as he had seen happen many times before. He mimicked Zhou Ying’an’s icy expression. “I have to go back to Frost Cliff Pavilion. I asked someone to watch over the office for me, but otherwise, at this moment there is no one there.”
He Ling’s smile faltered. A flicker of irritation passed over his face but he nodded nonetheless. “Next time then.”
Wu Lingtian gave a noncommittal hum before turning to leave. The long braid nearly smacked He Ling in the face. He didn’t have to see to know that He Ling’s face was currently burning in embarrassment and anger.
This type of conversation had happened so often throughout the years that Wu Lingtian always wondered why He Ling still bothered. Obviously, Zhou Ying’an was not interested in him—or anyone else in this sect for that matter—but he still tried. Instead of getting what he wanted, he’d only get a bruised ego.
Wu Lingtian suddenly thought of a prostitute that he had known when he was younger.
“Men,” she had said as she languidly lifted each hairpin to look at. Her slim, dainty fingers placing them up to her hair as she looked at herself in the copper mirror, “Are creatures who like a challenge. The harder it is to get something, the harder they will try.”
She had turned to Wu Lingtian. Her cherry lips curving into a sweet smile as her eyes squinted suggestively. “You must not grow up to be like that, Xiao Wu.”
Wu Lingtian had furrowed his brows with obvious confusion in his eyes. “But didn’t you just say all men are like that?”
“Some men aren’t!” she lightly tapped him on the nose. “Only entitled scum. Good men aren’t like that, so you can just be a good man.”
Wu Lingtian smiled to himself and continued on throughout the sect. He stopped by the main hall, then Rong Meihua’s old residence and even the courtyard leading towards the dining hall. The hint given to him had been vague, but it had been obvious enough that he understood just where he should be visiting.
On his way away from the dining hall, a bright chirp called out to him. Wu Lingtian’s steps paused as he watched a young woman run towards him. His brows furrowed and his lips pursed as Zhou Ying’an’s had many times before.
Xiu Lan drove her heels into the ground and looked at “Zhou Ying’an” with a sheepish look. “…Shishu.”
“A young woman running around as such, where is your propriety?” Wu Lingtian felt that his imitation wasn’t too bad. Zhou Ying’an had always been like this. Even if the human body had the function to run, within the sect, as long as she saw someone running she would snap at them.
“I was just excited to see you,” Xiu Lan said.
“Still talking back?”
Xiu Lan pouted. “I’m sorry, Shishu. I was wrong.”
“Mn,” Wu Lingtian raised his hand familiarly and patted Xiu Lan’s head. Xiu Lan’s eyes widened and Wu Lingtian knew he had made a mistake. He retracted his hand and haughtily tilted his chin. “So? What were you so excited to see me for?”
“Huh? O-oh…well,” Xiu Lan’s small figure deflated. “It’s not really that I was excited to see you for anything. It’s just…”
“Don’t stutter. If you have anything to say, just say it,” Wu Lingtian said. Every word he spoke was like sandpaper against his tongue. It was difficult to bear and hard to get out. How come he had never noticed how harshly his shijie treated others?
Xiu Lan seemed to be used to this treatment, however. She lowered her eyes. “Shishu, I went out on a mission a few days ago with Shizun, and he…he got really angry.”
“He did?”
“I thought that…he said that we were trying to get Wu-shishu back, but I,” Xiu Lan bit her lower lip. She glanced anxiously at Wu Lingtian, but seeing that he wasn’t going to yell at her she breathed out a sigh of relief. “I think he actually hates Shishu.”
Wu Lingtian had long known this fact, but Li Ran had been quite good at acting. He put on a confused expression. “Why do you say that?”
“He just—he got so angry. Shizun isn’t normally get like that! Not with Shishu. I just…I feel like something is wrong, but I can’t tell what,” Xiu Lan said. She looked as if she was on the verge of tears. “Now I’m hearing rumors that Shizun actually wants to kill Shishu, so I…I…Shishu, I’m scared.”
Wu Lingtian’s fingers twitched at his sides. He resisted the urge to reach out and pat Xiu Lan’s head again. Doing it once was fine, but twice would make Xiu Lan think something was wrong with Zhou Ying’an. It was not her habit, after all.
“It’s fine, your shizun would never kill your shishu,” Wu Lingtian said. Thankfully, Zhou Ying’an was never the type to put emotion into her voice.
Xiu Lan didn’t appear very comforted, but she also felt that her shishu wouldn’t lie to her. Eventually, she could only nod. She glanced at Zhou Ying’an and walked away, feeling a bit more saddened than she was before. If it had been Wu Lingtian who saw her so worried and sad, he would have definitely patted her head and offered her candy.
Wu Lingtian watched Xiu Lan leave. Only after she had disappeared from his sight did he turn and head for the last location on his list.
Soon, he approached a large, looming residence. He looked up at the empty space above the doors and envisioned the sign that had once been there: “Tongyun Hall”. Now, the sign had been removed and dust had slowly collected on top of every piece of furniture that had previously been kept meticulously clean. Upon stepping in, it was obvious that no one had visited this place in a long time. Servants must have steered cleared of this area and disciples would have most likely whispered as they were forced to pass it. Even the fish in the pond outside had been removed, either because they had starved to death, or because they had been relocated.
In the blink of an eye, the place that Wu Lingtian could return to had been wiped away, leaving only a silent shell behind. This large hall had once been Wu Lingtian’s home, but now, without the decorative vases, paintings, and sculptures that had been gifted to him for each birthday lining the shelves or placed against the wall, it was simply an empty entrance to a residence for some other future great prodigy that appeared in Drifting Clouds Mountain Sect.
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His footsteps echoed as he made his way down the hall. He ignored the hollow feeling in his chest and silently recalled what Rong Meihua had told him before she vanished. He made his way to the back courtyard where a large magnolia tree had been growing since before he had entered the sect. The tree branches scraped past the roof tiles, shielding the courtyard from any form of light. Only bare specks of sunlight managed to peek through. Wu Lingtian slowed to a stop before the tree. He placed his hand and then his forehead on the tree trunk and closed his eyes.
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Wu Lingtian stepped back; his fingertips still lingering on the tree trunk. “This will be my farewell. I am afraid I cannot return after this.”
The tree did not appear to respond, but the chirping birds ceased their song. A stronger wind flew past, throwing the loose hairs on Wu Lingtian’s head into a frenzy. He bowed his head and moved away from the center of the courtyard, ignoring the howling wind that seemed to be tugging on his clothes, begging him to stay.
Wu Lingtian moved towards a set of stones that had been place deliberately in the courtyard for decoration. He crouched down and looked about for any displaced soil. He recalled the vague words Rong Meihua had uttered. She hadn’t had much time before the demon took her over again, so the hole she had dug was not very deep. She had also noted that it had been near some stone.
He straightened and crossed his arms as he looked across the courtyard. He slowly walked across the courtyard; his head bowed as he observed the ground below him. He continued walking across the courtyard, looking for anything that might seem out of place. When he had finally reached the wall, his eyes caught onto something on
Wu Lingtian squatted down and began to dig with his hands. He brushed aside the dirt and lifted the wooden box from the ground. His brows furrowed as he ran his fingers over the top of the box, feeling that it was familiar somehow, yet not his. He opened the box and took out the letter from inside. He unfolded it and found that it was made of two pages. The two pages contained Rong Meihua’s careful handwriting. At the very end was her signature, as well as the seal of the sect leader.
Wu Lingtian read over its contents, finding that it was a documentation and explanation of how everything had happened. There was even an apology at the end, directed towards her three disciples. She hadn’t known who would be the last one to kill her, but she just knew it had to happen one way or another.
He folded the letter and tucked it into the breast of his robes. He looked back down at the dirt covered box and placed it into his spiritual pouch. After covering the hole back up, he paused a moment before stepping into the hall. His feet carried him down the hall until he reached his room. His hand settled against the door but before he pushed it open, he hesitated. There was another presence in the room.
The hand on the door retracted, but the door flew open by itself. Sitting on top of the empty desk was Li Ran. He was no longer wearing the disciple robes of Drifting Clouds Mountain Sect, but wore a set of turquoise robes with faint silver embroidery on its wide sleeves. His hair was not pulled into its usual top knot and flowed down his back. When the two made eye contact, Li Ran smiled sadly.
“It’s you, Shimei.”
“Da–shixiong,” Wu Lingtian bowed his head slightly.
“Mn,” Li Ran pushed aside his wide sleeves and looked around the room. “You came back quite early. Feng Ling is still here.”
“I only came back to retrieve something,” Wu Lingtian replied. He paused. “I passed by Shidi’s home and…you’ve already cleaned it out.”
Li Ran chuckled softly. His eyes filled with sadness as they slowly trailed over each remaining item. “If I left it, what would that make me? He is a traitor. He killed our Shizun. I let him get away already. If I kept his residence up, I am afraid the elders would raise their arms against me.”
“The elders?”
“…They don’t like him,” Li Ran said, his voice barely above a whisper. He pursed his lips, indignation welling up in his eyes. He looked at Wu Lingtian. “Ying’an, promise you won’t tell anyone?”
Wu Lingtian nodded.
Li Ran waved for him to come in and close the doors. He chewed at his lower lip for a moment. “I didn’t want…I told them that there must have been a misunderstanding.”
Wu Lingtian’s heart jolted.
“But they didn’t want to hear it,” Li Ran said, picking at his fingertips as he spoke. “They asked me if I was on his side. They said ‘Didn’t you say you saw it with your own eyes? What else is there to investigate?’” Li Ran laughed self-deprecatingly. He looked up at Wu Lingtian with the eyes of a madman. “Why didn’t I say anything? I could have…I could have told them that I actually didn’t see anything. I could have said…in the fit of the moment, we all thought we saw something but I didn’t.”
Li Ran held his hand over his mouth as if he were about to throw up. “I’m so despicable. I…I’m selfish. I was scared of what would happen if I vouched for him and he really had killed our shizun because of evil purposes. But it’s Lingtian…he…he would never.”
“If you believed that, then why did you go through with the punishments?” Wu Lingtian could not stop himself from asking.
At this, the tears that had been kept in slowly slipped down Li Ran’s face. He held his head in his hands. “Those weren’t my orders…at that time, I hadn’t even become sect leader yet, so how could I have…Shimei, you weren’t here, so you didn’t see it, but when he turned to look at me just before he was locked up…I had never seen him look so frightened in his life. I should have stepped in then, but I was still so shocked, I…why am I even making excuses?”
Li Ran fell silent as his tears hit the floor. “I was just a coward.”
Wu Lingtian’s heart hammered against his chest. Perhaps it was the adrenaline rush, but he actually didn’t remember too much from that night. He only remembered the warm blood against his hand and his cheek and the sight of the head detached from its body. He began to feel sweat accumulating on the back of his neck. He slowly bent his fingers to prove to himself that he could still move before he stepped forward and patted Li Ran’s shoulder.
“What should I do?” Li Ran asked quietly. “We already lost Shizun. In this world, I only have you and Lingtian…but I can’t bring him back. If I bring him back, the elders will want to execute him for sure.”
He looked up at Wu Lingtian. “They dislike him, you know. They say that he’s a pain—that he does too much and that he’s far too arrogant.” Li Ran scoffed. “If they were half as useful then Lingtian wouldn’t have to leave the sect all the time on missions.”
Li Ran used his palm to wipe away his tears. He took a shaky deep breath. He tentatively looked at Wu Lingtian. “Have…have you spoken to him? Has he contacted you?”
Wu Lingtian lowered his gaze.
“I tried to get into contact with him, but…well I’m not even sure if he’s in Screeching Sparrow Sect right now,” Li Ran murmured. “I made a few fake attempts to appease the elders, but I think…I think staying at Screeching Sparrow Sect is the safest for him right now. He might get hurt if he returns.”
Wu Lingtian listened to Li Ran’s ramblings in silence. When his murmuring came to a stop, Wu Lingtian spoke again. “He came into contact with me.”
Li Ran’s head shot up. “He did? You didn’t yell at him, did you? What did you do?”
“He sent me a letter,” Wu Lingtian said. “I already burnt it. But he said that he will be attending the Zhuixing Conference. Apparently, he has an explanation as to why he killed Shizun.”
The crazed look in Li Ran’s eyes dispersed. He stood and gripped Wu Lingtian’s shoulders. “Is that true? Shimei, you aren’t lying to me, are you?”
“What would I gain from lying to you?” Wu Lingtian asked, his voice even and calm.
Li Ran’s hands slowly fell from Wu Lingtian’s shoulders. He choked out a laugh and pushed his hand through his unbound hair. “What…what should I say? I…no, I shouldn’t say anything. I’ll act coldly, so he knows not to come back. M-maybe I’ll even act like I don’t believe him?”
Wu Lingtian watched his shixiong pace around his old room, his hair becoming a mess because of how many times he ran his hands through it. He felt a pang of sadness. He wanted to reach out and tell Li Ran that he didn’t blame him—that he understood. But the sadness ran deeper, to an unexplainable place that reached far into Wu Lingtian’s soul. It caused an odd uneasiness that, once again, sparked the anxious feeling that told Wu Lingtian that something was off.
After a few more minutes, Wu Lingtian finally opened his mouth bid farewell. Li Ran turned to Wu Lingtian with a frazzled expression. He nodded absentmindedly. “Right…go…then…”
Wu Lingtian turned to leave, but his arm was quickly grasped by Li Ran. “Da-shixiong?”
“Shimei, you…be careful,” Li Ran said, his hands quivering. “Be careful.”
Wu Lingtian nodded. “Don’t worry, I will.”
The hand released Wu Lingtian. He stepped out of the room and closed the door behind him. The further he walked, the quicker his steps became. He took a quick detour to Zhou Ying’an’s room to “accomplish his purpose” before made his way back to the entrance of the sect.
Wu Lingtian mounted his sword and took to the skies.
The unsettling feeling slowly lifted as the summer wind stung his cheek. The disguise slowly melted from Wu Lingtian’s visage. He pulled his straw hat from his spiritual pouch and tied it around his neck. The veil flowed behind him as he added speed to Zhou Ying’an’s sword, urging it to go faster so he could get away from the sect sooner.
By the time Wu Lingtian returned to Frost Cliff Pavilion, it was night time. He no longer needed the young guard to guide him and he had easily found his way up. When he arrived, he was greeted by Zhou Ying’an’s rigid expression.
“I thought you said it was difficult to find,” Zhou Ying’an raised an eyebrow.
Wu Lingtian pulled the letter from his breast pocket and handed it to her. “It was.”
Zhou Ying’an took the letter and eyed him. “I see. Then, good thing you were the one that went.”
Wu Lingtian didn’t respond. He only waited for Zhou Ying’an to open the letter and for her to finish reading. Silence filled the space between the two martial siblings. Wu Lingtian watched Zhou Ying’an’s eyes redden. She tilted her head back and took a deep, shaky breath. Despite this, a tear still escaped from the corner of her eye when she blinked. A broken laugh escaped her lips as she bowed her head and shielded her face.
“No wonder you’re her favorite,” Zhou Ying’an said, her voice muffled and watery. “You were the only one that noticed anything was wrong.”
Wu Lingtian lowered his gaze. He stepped forward and carefully wrapped his arms around Zhou Ying’an. The cries stuttered for a moment. Zhou Ying’an sniffled and placed her forehead against Wu Lingtian’s shoulder as she hugged him around the waist. He placed his chin against the top of her head and listened to her choked sobs. His eyes looked at the clouds drifting by far above. The discomfort in his chest tightened.
“When I was younger, I was told that when people who have defended the common people or who were kindhearted pass away, they will get sent up to the Heavenly Palace and they will be canonized as gods,” Wu Lingtian said.
Zhou Ying’an’s turned into soft hiccups.
“Even if Shizun is gone, she might still be looking down on us from Heaven,” Wu Lingtian said, his voice soft. “Whenever there are clouds, just take it as her watching us. Maybe one day we will really see her again.”
Zhou Ying’an’s fingers dug into Wu Lingtian’s back. A soft giggle left her lips. “I thought you grew up by the demon cultivators—who told you something like that?”
Wu Lingtian’s heart twisted as a soft smile appeared in his mind. It was almost as if he had been brought back to that day when a piece of candy was pushed past his lips, bringing him out of his depressed stupor. “There was a person.”
Wu Lingtian pulled away and reached into his spiritual pouch. He held out a piece of candy to Zhou Ying’an. “Eat.”
Zhou Ying’an wiped away her tears with the back of her hand and looked at Wu Lingtian quizzically.
“Once the candy is completely dissolved, just act as if your problems have disappeared too,” Wu Lingtian said.
“And who taught you this little trick?” Zhou Ying’an took the candy and placed it into her mouth. She cringed. “It’s so sweet…”
“The sweeter the better,” Wu Lingtian said, ignoring her first question. He took the letter back from Zhou Ying’an and carefully folded it back up.
“Why are you taking that back?” Zhou Ying’an asked. “I can just file it away for you.”
“I will be attending Zhuixing Conference,” Wu Lingtian declared. He tilted his head up to look at the passing clouds. “I can declare my innocence then. Sect Master Zhong will be there to verify its truths. If you do it by yourself, I fear that there will be people who doubt me.”
Zhou Ying’an nodded. In the cultivation world, the flashier the event the better. This way, the news could get out and spread faster. If they were to do it quietly like this, even if the involved parties knew, the rest of the cultivation world would still be vilifying Wu Lingtian.
“Stay here until then,” Zhou Ying’an suggested.
Wu Lingtian turned to look at her.
“We have extra rooms and extra clothes,” Zhou Ying’an looked at Wu Lingtian’s attire and frowned slightly. A flash of confusion flashed through her eyes. She looked back up at Wu Lingtian’s expression. “There are some red robes.”
“No need.”
“Lingtian, is now the time to act courteous? You do not have anywhere to return to, right? Just say here. I can clean up a room for you.”
“No need, Shijie,” Wu Lingtian said. “I have a place I can return to.”
Zhou Ying’an’s eyes widened before her expression became guarded. “Have you been staying at Screeching Sparrow Sect?”
“I—”
“Has Fan Yi taken advantage of you?”
Whatever explanation Wu Lingtian had prepared became immediately stuck in his throat. He opened and closed his mouth several times but the only sound you could produce was a very croaked: “…Ah?”
Zhou Ying’an bit her lip angrily. “Has he? You can tell me.”
“He—”
“He told everyone that he had romantic designs towards you!” Zhou Ying’an said. “You were at such a weak state, there is no way he wouldn’t have taken advantage of you.”
“…He what?”
“Don’t trust him, Lingtian,” Zhou Ying’an said seriously. “He might be nice now, but who knows what he’ll be like in the future when he thinks he has you by his side. Be careful that he isn’t using you when you’re at your lowest.”
Wu Lingtian watched his senior martial sister grow angry for him. He wordlessly shook his head. “Sect Leader is not that kind of person.”
Zhou Ying’an’s eyes widened. “How do you know? How long have you even known him for? Lingtian, you have to be careful.”
Wu Lingtian looked off to the side for a moment before shaking his head again. “I know him. He is not the kind of person to manipulate someone like that.”
Zhou Ying’an continued to look unconvinced, however she eventually conceded. “Then, I won’t keep you…at least stay for the night though. You can leave in the morning.”
“No,” Wu Lingtian pulled his sword out. “It is more inconvenient for me to travel in the morning. Shijie, you do not need to worry about me. I can take care of myself.”
Zhou Ying’an sighed. She pursed her lips and nodded. “Alright. Don’t forget to rest too.”
“Mn,” Wu Lingtian nodded. “I will see you in two weeks.”
Zhou Ying’an hummed. She watched as Wu Lingtian mounted his sword and took off to the skies. In a matter of moments, he had flown away, leaving not even a shadow behind.
Wu Lingtian flew the full day and a half without rest once more. When he landed in WuYe City in the middle of the day, he was greeted by a few stall owners that had come to know his face. The straw hat that he had been planning on lifting up remained against his back as he made his way through the city. He caught glimpses of Screeching Sparrow Sect disciples, making their rounds to various shops and stalls they needed to visit.
His steps slowed to a stop in the middle of the crowded city. He felt himself nudged and pushed in every direction. The sounds of chatter filled his ears and an odd sense of peace slowly washed over him. The sense of unease and discomfort slowly disappeared. He lifted his foot and took a step in the direction of Screeching Sparrow Sect.
He flew the rest of the way, once he stepped out of the gates of WuYe City. He flew up the stairs, not bothering to give them a second glance, and landed smoothly just before the guard towers. When he looked up, he saw two disciples poked their heads out. After confirming who he was by looking at the pendent hanging at his waist, the array retracted momentarily for Wu Lingtian to step in.
The familiar sight of Screeching Sparrow Sect greeted him. As it was the afternoon, the disciples had started their free time. Many ran around while others opted to sit under a tree and read. As Wu Lingtian passed by, their cheerful voices greeted him from every which way. It contrasted the calming greetings he had received as Zhou Ying’an just the day before.
Before Wu Lingtian knew where he was going, he already found himself knocking on the door.
A soft “come in” greeted him. Wu Lingtian pushed the door open and stayed in the doorway as Fan Yi lifted his head. The look of surprise didn’t occur. Instead, a warm smile spread across Fan Yi’s face. He set his brush down and stood.
“You’ve returned,” Fan Yi rounded his desk. “How was it? Was it successful?”
“Mn.”
“Good,” Fan Yi looked Wu Lingtian up and down. “You must be tired. Are you hungry? I can get you something to eat now. You can take a bath first and food will be done once you are finished.”
Wu Lingtian mutely shook his head.
“Mm, then, do you just want to wash your face a bit and rest?” Fan Yi asked. “Judging by how you’re already back, you must not have rested during your journey.”
Wu Lingtian shook his head again.
“Didn’t I tell you to rest?” Fan Yi sighed. “It’s fine. The guest courtyard has actually finished its repairs while you were gone, so you can move back there now. You can rest until dinner time. I hear tonight we’re eating something with noodles. I feel like we haven’t had noodles in a while.”
Fan Yi waited patiently for Wu Lingtian to respond, but the man simply stood there, his eyes trained on Fan Yi. The silence was filled with the gentle sounds of cicadas. Fan Yi’s kind expression turned into one of confusion. He stepped forward and took a closer look at Wu Lingtian.
“Yu Lan, are you okay?”
“…Sect Leader.”
“Hm?”
Wu Lingtian lowered his gaze silently.
It was hard to ignore the trembling of his fingertips.
Fan Yi moistened his lips and drummed his fingers against the sides of his thigh before he reached into his belt and produced a small piece of candy. He unwrapped it and pressed it against Wu Lingtian’s lips. The eyes on the other man widened, but he still obediently opened his mouth. Fan Yi’s finger brushed against Wu Lingtian’s bottom lip. He smiled as he retracted his hand.
He clapped once. “Alright! Once the candy melts, so will all your problems.”
Wu Lingtian pushed the candy around his mouth. He glanced at Fan Yi and fought away the embarrassment that was crawling up his neck. “…Thank you, Sect Leader.”
Fan Yi let out a soft sigh and chuckled. He watched Wu Lingtian a moment longer before stepping around. “Come on, let’s get you something real to eat.”
“…Mn.”
↳ 师叔 can also be used for 师尊’s martial sisters
↳ 彤云 (Tóngyún) – Could refer to red clouds, as in red light reflecting against the clouds like during sunset/sunrise. It could also be referring to the dark, dense clouds before it begins to snow.
What is the reputation of a Seducer that Fan Li has?!?
Also Yu Lan relaxing in all the friendly liveliness is heart warming
Thank you for chapter
he’s a captivating man 😌 thanks for reading 😀
Its the long game, and casually being the only person that cares without expectation of returns
Zhou Ying’an may have accidentally triggered the thing she was trying to warn him about! I thought there was no reason to go back to his sect, but it looks like he had a home and close friends there. That’s a lot to lose all at once.
i love the candy stuff (๑˃ᴗ˂)
I love the subtlety of their interaction, giving off warm feelings and no cringe 💛