Hearing Wu Lingtian cuss in such a refreshing fashion sent Fan Yi into a laughing fit. Su Han stared on in extreme surprise. He had never thought such crude words would roll off of Wu Lingtian’s tongue so easily. Even Bai Qiu, who didn’t know Wu Lingtian too well, was stunned.
Wu Lingtian, however, didn’t react to the shocked expressions on the younger men’s faces. “That’s all he ever says though.”
“A-Tian, oh, A-Tian,” Fan Yi wiped the tears emerging from the corners of his eyes. “A-Tian, how can you be so funny?”
“You’re overpraising me, Sect Leader,” Wu Lingtian said. A small smile graced his lips as he watched Fan Yi totter with laughter.
Su Han went from surprised to astonished. He stared at his shizun and couldn’t think of a time he had ever seen Fan Yi so unrestrained and unguarded. His chest suddenly felt stuffy and he looked at Wu Lingtian with newfound admiration.
Once Fan Yi recovered, the group of four made their way back over to where the banquet had been hosted the night before. Fan Yi recounted the findings to Su Han and Bai Qiu, their expressions growing exceedingly worse with each word.
“Manmade fierce corpses,” Bai Qiu murmured.
“Are you familiar with them?” Fan Yi asked.
Bai Qiu nodded. “At the time of my arrival, Lord Wuma had just been getting rid of the remainder that roamed Fengya.”
“He said that you don’t particularly react well to them,” Fan Yi said. “Why’s that?”
“The gu that’s used to create them is similar to the one Lu Ban used to cripple me,” Bai Qiu said. He placed his hand against his chest. “Often times, they will react to one another. However, it seems that this one should be a different enough variation.”
“So, they’re all linked?” Wu Lingtian asked.
“In a way, you could say that,” Bai Qiu nodded.
“Could you use the gu to track down who created it then?”
Bai Qiu shook his head. “The gu reacts to one of likeness to it, however that doesn’t mean it can be tracked. If this person created a gu like this, that means they are familiar with the techniques from Fengya, so they must also know how to cover up their trails.”
Wu Lingtian nodded slowly. He looked at Fan Yi. “Sect Leader, what did they do with the other body?”
“That one?” Fan Yi frowned. He shook his head. “I’m not sure. We can ask Sect Master Zhong when we head back. Why? Do you think it’s the same people?”
“Two murders during the discussion conference are already too coincidental. The first one we managed to avoid getting involved, but during the second one, Third Pillar happened to be at the scene,” Wu Lingtian explained. “If we hadn’t seen the first and second deaths, it would have been discovered much later.”
“So, you’re suggesting, this isn’t a warning, but it was supposed to be a secret assassination,” Fan Yi concluded.
Wu Lingtian nodded. “The incident with Third Pillar had been an unfortunate coincidence at best. Not only did we manage to find the two bodies, we also got someone who’s skilled in the gu arts to conduct an autopsy and completely revealed their plans.”
“Whoever’s behind this isn’t very bright,” Fan Yi chuckled hollowly. “They didn’t just mess up once, but they messed up two times.”
“Is there no possibility that they were doing this on purpose?” Su Han asked. “Perhaps they did everything clumsily because they wanted us to find out what they were doing.”
This option was also likely and, although Wu Lingtian and Fan Yi didn’t want to admit it, they felt that attacking during the discussion conference was far too idiotic of a thing to do—whoever planned these attacks were obviously trying to attract some attention to themselves. If they wanted to be more egotistical, then they could even hypothesis that whoever planned these attacks were trying to attract Screeching Sparrow Sect’s attention.
The four men finally made their way back to the restrooms in the manor. The steward hovered about carefully and explained that nothing had been moved since they had come last night. They had guards stationed around and an array was even placed to lock the place down.
Fan Yi crossed his arms and turned to Wu Lingtian. “A-Tian, how do we approach this?”
Wu Lingtian glanced at Fan Yi, who had suddenly tossed him a hot potato. He looked around. “Last night, there were at least four people on the scene—the victim, the perpetrator, the scape-goat, and the witness. The witness arrived much later, so he didn’t see anything outside of the result. The scape-goat must have witnessed or at least heard the struggle, meaning the victim and the perpetrator hadn’t been there for too long before Third Pillar arrived.”
Fan Yi nodded. “That makes sense.”
Wu Lingtian frowned as he stepped into the scene, his eyes scanning his surroundings carefully. “Third Pillar has always been able to handle his alcohol well—although he becomes drunk, his swaying is minimal, and he has a clear sense of direction.”
Fan Yi nodded again. The only reason people would have to help him back was because he was too lazy to move on his own.
“That’s why Second Pillar was reassured enough to allow Third Pillar to leave by himself, despite his inebriated state,” Wu Lingtian continued, his voice turning into a murmur. “From the banquet hall to here isn’t more than a ten minute walk.”
“It’s about five if we walked fast,” Su Han said.
“Exactly, but we have to take into the account that Third Pillar was unfamiliar with his surroundings and he had also had a lot to drink,” Wu Lingtian said.
“He would have had to ask for directions at some point,” Bai Qiu murmured, “since it wasn’t straight down the hall to the restrooms.”
“Slow walking and having to stop for directions…let’s say three times,” Fan Yi recalled how many halls they had had to cross before coming over. “I say it was eight minutes.”
“I say almost over ten,” Wu Lingtian muttered. “Third Pillar slurs when he’s drunk, so it would take a bit for the servants to understand him.”
The others nodded in agreement.
“We can just assume ten minutes, then,” Wu Lingtian’s eyes settled on the spot they had marked out for the body. “For Third Pillar to have witnessed the crime, it had to have taken place about ten minutes after Second and Third Pillar decided to leave. Second Pillar has always been a cautious person, if Third Pillar took more than ten minutes to go to the restroom, they would become antsy. Around the end of the ten minutes, Second Pillar finally stood to look for Third Pillar, only to hear that someone had been murdered in the restrooms.”
“But murder in such a fashion shouldn’t take that long,” Fan Yi murmured. “Here’s my prediction—Xiewen was actually there first, but then the victim and the culprit arrived after.”
“Reasoning?”
“This would give enough time for a struggle to take place,” Fan Yi stepped forward and pointed to the shrubbery. “The plants are all misplaced and scattered as if a fight took place.”
“But it’s too contained,” Wu Lingtian said.
“They must have used an array then,” Su Han gasped.
Fan Yi nodded. He leaned back and furrowed his brows. “Then, at that time Xiewen must have been really drunk, so he wandered out of the restroom stall…”
“But that wouldn’t explain how he ended up here,” Bai Qiu indicted the markings that showed where Tian Xiewen had been discovered.
Wu Lingtian tilted his head. “The markings indicate that the body was facing this way and he was facing the same way. Did they say how they were laying?”
“Shizun’s body was face down while the deceased was lying face up,” Bai Qiu said.
“He could have been dragged,” Wu Lingtian murmured. “Or deliberately placed. Third Pillar had been hit from the back, so he wouldn’t have been lying face down if he really hit his head on his fall. He would at least be lying on his back that way.”
Wu Lingtian sat down on the ground and looked about. “So, if this all happened in the span of about ten minutes, the killer would have had to escape quickly. His robes would have gotten caught on something when he left if he was in a hurry.”
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“How could that be possible? There should at least be a scuff mark,” Su Han murmured. He turned to Fan Yi. “Shizun, can we use the spell to detect any remnants of spiritual energy in this area?”
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“That’s not impossible,” though, Wu Lingtian was amused by Fan Yi’s suggestion. He paused and looked towards the walls again. The was the most likely escape route, but the branches of the trees seemed undisturbed, as did the shrubbery about the walls.
“He could have used a teleportation talisman,” Bai Qiu suggested.
“Those are hard to come by though,” Su Han said. “And wouldn’t they have discovered its remains upon entering?”
“That’s right,” Wu Lingtian agreed. “The time was so short between the presumed struggle and the culprit’s escape, whatever they did to escape, there wouldn’t be enough time for the traces to disappear too. Unless they were a martial artist on par with Sect Master Zhong or Sect Leader Situ, that would be impossible.”
Fan Yi frowned. He looked to Wu Lingtian. “Who did they say discovered the bodies?”
“When we got there, the matter had already been handed over to members of Wu Rong School,” Wu Lingtian said.
“I think I heard that a servant discovered the bodies,” Bai Qiu said.
The men fell silent.
“Could it be—”
“Let’s go,” Wu Lingtian rushed out of the array to find the old steward.
Though they needed to find the old steward, Wu Lingtian still had the foresight to get Situ Hong and Zhou Ying’an on the scene, as the two who were the real investigators for this case. At some point, Wuma Qiongling, who had been wandering around and looking for Bai Qiu, managed to join their side. When the group was assembled, they met up with the old steward and found out the worst news they could at this juncture.
“He’s gone?” Wu Lingtian frowned. “What do you mean?”
“Didn’t we tell you that no one from last night’s banquet are allowed to leave?” Situ Hong asked, his expression darkening dangerously.
“W-We went over the list of employees from last night and everyone was there,” the steward stuttered out. “We didn’t notice the person who discovered them was gone. It was only until now that…that we realized that no one’s ever seen that person before. We don’t even know their name.”
Zhou Ying’an’s whip began to crackle with energy. “You’ve got to be kidding me. What are we supposed to do now?!”
Wuma Qiongling glanced at the three frantic cultivators and nudged Bai Qiu. He tilted his chin towards Su Han. Bai Qiu gave his lord a warning look before turning his attention back to the scene at hand. His gaze was specifically concentrated on Fan Yi, who seemed absentminded.
“Two deaths and they seem to be linked,” Situ Hong grumbled. “If this continues on, will there be a third?”
“Should we tell Sect Master Zhong to allow everyone to go home first?” Zhou Ying’an asked.
“No,” Fan Yi spoke up. The heads whipped in his direction. “This sort of thing transpired during the discussion conference for a reason whether we want to admit it or not. Besides, if everyone leaves, there’s no guarantee there won’t be another death. It will just seem unrelated and we’ll have a harder time catching the killer.”
“Sect Leader is right,” Wu Lingtian nodded. “We can mark the witness as the most likely suspect. We just need to find them.”
“Has Third Pillar remembered anything?” Zhou Ying’an asked Fan Yi.
Fan Yi smiled. “From then till now, it’s only been a few hours. Xiewen has been trying to help him remember, but no matter what, he says his head hurts.”
“His head hurts?” Situ Hong tapped his fan against his palm. “From what I can tell, Third Pillar isn’t someone so weak.”
“Can I see him?” Wuma Qiongling volunteered suddenly.
Situ Hong and Wu Lingtian looked at him.
Wuma Qiongling smiled serenely. “In return, help me pass on a message to A-Rui.”
Situ Hong narrowed his eyes. His hand fumbled for Wu Lingtian’s arm and he slowly tugged Wu Lingtian backwards. However, at this time, Zhou Ying’an had heard Wuma Qiongling’s words clearly and whipped her head towards the two rascals. She had long stopped paying attention to what these two were doing—they were grown men after all, with a high reputation in the cultivation world. She would only step out to act as their big sister whenever they were unwell, but it turned out they had been—
“Get over here!”
Situ Hong froze. His grip on Wu Lingtian’s sleeve tightened.
Wu Lingtian unconsciously looked towards Fan Yi.
“Miss Zhou—”
“You stay out of it,” Zhou Ying’an pointed a finger at Fan Yi’s nose. She moved her finger to Situ Hong and Wu Lingtian. “You two—get over here.”
Fan Yi looked at Wu Lingtian and gave a helpless smile. Wu Lingtian showed a hint of reluctance but eventually dragged Situ Hong to follow Zhou Ying’an into a corner.
“What have you two been doing?” Zhou Ying’an snapped. “And why does Lord Wuma know about Xiao Xunrui?”
“Ying’an—no, Miss Zhou—no, Shijie—no—” Situ Hong began to uncharacteristically stutter over his words. He eventually stopped speaking, flourished his fan and gestured for Wu Lingtian to talk.
“We haven’t done anything that would betray our bottom line,” Wu Lingtian said with a straight face.
Zhou Ying’an swatted the back of Wu Lingtian’s head. “Did I ask you that? And are you saying this because you think I don’t know your bottom lines? You two little rats—don’t forget who had to clean up your trouble when you two were teenagers. It was me and Da-shixiong! I know everything you did.”
Wu Lingtian smoothed out his hair with an innocent and perplexed look. He had done something? What had he done?
“Don’t look at me as if you don’t remember,” Zhou Ying’an clicked her tongue.
Situ Hong laughed sheepishly. “Goodness, Miss Zhou, it’s been so long—is it really necessary to bring that up?”
“If you don’t want your past embarrassments to be brought up, then don’t do anything stupid to begin with,” Zhou Ying’an reasoned. She glared at the two of them. “So? What’s this? What trouble is it now?”
“It was all Lingtian’s idea.”
Wu Lingtian looked at Situ Hong. The other man had slapped a hand over his mouth and waved his fan as if he really didn’t mean to. Wu Lingtian couldn’t help but spit out a few words from his hometown, “You must have rocks for brains, you little dandy dressing city boy.”
Situ Hong hadn’t heard Wu Lingtian speak in such a dialect in a long time and wasn’t sure how to respond.
“Lingtian.”
“It…” Wu Lingtian looked over Zhou Ying’an’s shoulder at Fan Yi. His mind whirled a million miles a minute until he came to a good enough excuse. He steeled himself and looked back at Zhou Ying’an. “It’s love.”
“…What?”
“It’s because of love,” Wu Lingtian continued seriously. He lowered his head. “Xiao-xiong has been tormented for so many years. He never enjoyed getting close to people because of his condition and only talks to the people he grew up with and is comfortable around. However, there was still that one person he’d always mention when he was drunk. Obviously, Xiao-xiong misses this person dearly, but doesn’t dare open up.”
“So, you took it upon yourself to send this person to his door?”
“Mn.”
“You’re a fucking idiot—”
“Shijie,” Wu Lingtian looked up abruptly and interrupted Zhou Ying’an’s words. “Have you ever loved someone before?”
Zhou Ying’an froze. She crossed her arms over her chest and waited for Wu Lingtian to continue.
“When you love someone, but you have to purposefully push that person away for their sake and to protect yourself, it’s a harrowing feeling,” Wu Lingtian said. “You want to approach, but you don’t dare. You want them to know your feelings, but you’re scared. In the end, all the anxiety you have is just in your own head. All you really need is one push and everything will be okay. Shijie, I’m just trying to be that push.”
Zhou Ying’an raised an eyebrow and looked at Situ Hong. Situ Hong cooperatively sniffled as he hid his reddened eyes. “Miss Zhou, Xiao-ge lived on that mountain by himself for so long—we also want to see him love and be loved by someone.”
Zhou Ying’an clapped her hands. “It’s only been a month since you left our sect, but you completely relearned your old ways, huh? What? Is it fun to be around Sect Leader Fan? Your wings are totally stretched now aren’t they, little sparrow?”
“Whether Shijie believes us or not, that’s truly what we wanted to do,” Wu Lingtian raised his head suddenly and shoved Situ Hong back towards Wuma Qiongling.
“Agree! We agree!” Situ Hong shouted as he sprinted back over to the group.
“You—”
“Shijie,” Wu Lingtian stepped a little closer and lowered his voice. “I’m sincere.”
Zhou Ying’an’s mouth slowly closed. She looked Wu Lingtian up and down before glancing over her shoulder. “Who’s this person you’re trying to distance yourself from?”
“What do you mean?” Wu Lingtian asked.
“There’s a person like that, isn’t there?” Zhou Ying’an looked back at Wu Lingtian. “Otherwise, how could you speak so well?”
Wu Lingtian fell silent. Zhou Ying’an observed him for a moment before clapping him on the shoulder. “Let’s go. Everyone’s leaving.”
Wu Lingtian hummed and slowly followed Zhou Ying’an. At some point, Zhou Ying’an left his side to ask Wuma Qiongling some questions, leaving Wu Lingtian by himself in the back. He watched his feet move across the pavement slowly, one step at a time. At some point, another pair of shoes entered his line of sight. When he looked up, he found Fan Yi smiling at him with a gently raised brow.
“What’s wrong?”
Wu Lingtian shook his head.
Fan Yi glanced at Zhou Ying’an. “Do you miss it?”
“No. That’s not it,” Wu Lingtian said.
Fan Yi chuckled. “It’s okay if you miss it. That was your life, after all. There’s no shame.”
Wu Lingtian carefully observed Fan Yi for a moment. “Sect Leader.”
“Hm?”
“…What do you do when you don’t have the courage to do something?”
“The courage to do something?” Fan Yi hadn’t expected Wu Lingtian to ask for advice. While he felt a bit proud to be trusted like this, he was also a little troubled. “Mm…I start by asking myself a few questions.”
“What sort of questions?”
“The courage, huh…well, it’s probably something difficult, so I start by asking myself if it’s worth it. If you’re hesitating, it must mean there are consequences that you’re scared of, correct?” Fan Yi asked.
Wu Lingtian nodded.
In this aspect, he and Fan Yi were quite similar.
“Then you have to think about the good that will come out of it and weigh it against the consequences,” Fan Yi said. “Afterwards, I would ask myself if I could accomplish it and what’s the success rate. Sometimes, you can accomplish something, but the success rate is low, so, in the end, it isn’t worth it. You might accomplish it, but you won’t gain much out of it.”
“But what if it’s something you really want?”
“Something you really want…” Fan Yi’s voice trailed off. He looked at Wu Lingtian with undisguised surprise. “There’s something that you want that badly?”
“…Sect Leader, I didn’t practice the Way of the Heartless, nor am I a monk,” Wu Lingtian said, sounding a bit helpless.
Fan Yi laughed and rubbed Wu Lingtian’s head. “I know, I’m just teasing you.”
However, it really was surprising for Wu Lingtian to admit something like that to him. “But I’m curious—what’s this thing that you want so badly? Can I get it for you?”
Wu Lingtian’s eyes showed a flicker of interest, but it quickly died out. He shook his head. “It’s something I have to get myself. I can’t rely on others, or it wouldn’t be meaningful.”
“There’s something like that in the world?” Fan Yi touched his chin. “Can I guess?”
“Feel free.”
“It can’t be a medicinal herb,” Fan Yi murmured. “A book? No…it can’t be a material object, can it?”
“In a way, it is.”
“In a way, it is?” Fan Yi echoed. “Is it easy to obtain?”
“It’s very difficult.”
“More difficult than getting a Fire Star Flower?”
A Fire Star Flower only grew on the sides of mountains during the hottest months in a region rather far away. To get there, one had to travel through a tundra and scale many mountains and rivers. Even when you reach the destination, the Fire Star Flower was guarded by various beasts and creatures, who relied on it for cultivation, making extremely difficult and dangerous to obtain. Not to mention, it only grew once every five hundred years.
“More difficult than that.”
Fan Yi started. “A-Tian, what are you trying to do with something like that then? Just give up.”
“I can’t,” Wu Lingtian shook his head. “I can’t until I know for sure it’s something I can’t obtain…rather than more difficult, you could say it’s more unpredictable. And it can change.”
“It’s more difficult to obtain than something that grows once every five hundred years…it can change?” Fan Yi mumbled. His eyes lit up. He looked at Wu Lingtian. “I know.”
“What is it?”
“It’s a person’s sincere heart,” Fan Yi answered.
Wu Lingtian took in Fan Yi’s excited expression. He felt satisfaction rising in his heart as he nodded. “Mn.”
“A-Tian, you have someone you like?” Fan Yi asked.
“…Mn.”
Wu Lingtian observed Fan Yi’s expression, but it didn’t change at all.
“I see,” Fan Yi nodded slowly. “Do I know them?”
Wu Lingtian turned away.
“I do,” Fan Yi smiled. “What’s wrong? Are you shy now? You were the one asking me for advice, how come now you’re ignoring me? Tell me, who is it?”
“You…”
“Me? Me what?”
“…You should stop asking.”
Fan Yi observed Wu Lingtian silently and nodded. “I’ll stop asking.”
Wu Lingtian turned away and felt his heart hammering against his chest. If he had just put a bit more conviction behind that word, then Fan Yi would have—
Wu Lingtian suddenly felt a bit of sweetness on his tongue. A cold finger brushed against his lower lip. He looked over to find Fan Yi tucking away a wrapper.
“Good luck in your pursuit,” Fan Yi smiled. “I’m sure if A-Tian puts his heart into chasing someone, it would be impossible for you to be rejected.”
The coldness against his lip was replaced by a searing imprint. Wu Lingtian’s throat rolled a few times before he hummed and looked away.
“…May it go as you say,” Wu Lingtian murmured.
Fan Yi laughed at Wu Lingtian’s embarrassment.
The two men followed the group without any intention of catching up to them. Wu Lingtian forced his gaze to remain forward, but he couldn’t help but lower his head to look at the shadows that stood side by side. Wu Lingtian glanced at Fan Yi and shifted a little closer. He reached his hand out the slightest bit and smiled to himself as the shadows merged into a silhouette that looked almost as if they were holding hands.
After realizing what he had just done, Wu Lingtian pulled his hand back in embarrassment. He brushed his hair back and turned to look another way. Just how old was he now to be so childish?
He raised his head and met Situ Hong’s emotionless gaze.
Situ Hong was the first one to break eye contact and stare ahead. He hadn’t seen anything, because if he had, he would most likely not live to tell the tale.
When they arrived at the inn, Wuma Qiongling politely invited himself in and sat Tian Xiewen down at the table. He, himself, did not take a seat. Instead, he had held out his hand for again and, under the eyes of the others, Bai Qiu knowingly pulled out a bone-hilted knife.
“What are you doing with that?” Tian Xiewen moved away, but Bai Qiu held Tian Xiewen back down. “You—”
“Shizun, demonic medicine is finicky. It’s difficult to examine the body by regular means if you’re trying to find the tricks used in Fengya. We’ll have to ask Shizun to bear with the pain for a moment,” Bai Qiu uncharacteristically explained.
Tian Xiewen stared at the masked face for a moment before scoffing. He shrugged of Bai Qiu’s hand and held out his palm to Wuma Qiongling. “Who’s your shizun?”
Bai Qiu stepped back. He felt a faint warmth against the back of his hand and turned to find Ren Yizhou’s slight smile. Bai Qiu gave their fingertips a light squeeze before removing the hand and stepped further away.
The room was silent as Wuma Qiongling ran the blade against Tian Xiewen’s hand. The knife was placed on the table. Wuma Qiongling closed his eyes and allowed the blood to fall into his own hand. The blood began to steam, and a red smoke curled from his palms. As more blood gathered in his palm, the red smoke began to turn black. The onlookers tensed up, their hands unconsciously reaching for their weapons, all except for Bai Qiu and Wuma Qiongling.
Soon, Wuma Qiongling’s eyes opened again and he frowned at the black smoke with obvious disgust. “Whoever’s toying with you lot has bad taste.”
“Why do you say that?” Ren Yizhou asked.
“This kind bug is crudely made,” Wuma Qiongling said. The blood evaporated from his hand. “If left within the person’s system for too long, it’ll erode the brain. It’s not a tasteful death.”
Fan Yi clenched his fist and Ren Yizhou took a shaky breath.
“However, it’s easy to get rid of,” Wuma Qiongling clicked his tongue. “That’s why I’m saying they have bad taste.”
Wuma Qiongling turned to Su Han and Bai Qiu. “You—kid—call the servants to get a boiling hot bath. Bai Qiu, go find…what’s his face.”
“…Shenmu?”
“Yeah, him. Tell him bring over the thing.”
“…Yes, My Lord,” Bai Qiu ignored the vagueness of his words and left to execute the orders.
“So, he’ll be fine?” Ren Yizhou asked tensely.
“He’ll be fine,” Wuma Qionglin waved his hand lazily. He sat down and poured himself some tea. He groped Tian Xiewen’s bicep. “Besides, with a physique like this, it’d be like a baby gnawing on a bone. It’d take centuries to corrode his body. At most, that dumb little thing can impede his memory—which was most likely what they wanted to do. Once it’s removed, he should be able to remember the contents of the conversation again.”
Tian Xiewen peeled Wuma Qiongling’s hand from his arm. “Thank you, Lord Wuma.”
“Oh, no need to thank you,” Lord Wuma smiled. His gaze fell onto Wu Lingtian and Situ Hong. “I’m doing this for my own interests too.”
Wu Lingtian and Situ Hong ignored the burning gaze coming from Zhou Ying’an.
The process of dispelling the gu bug from Tian Xiewen would take up the rest of the day. Because of this, the group, which had just barely found a lead, were forced to disperse again. Zhou Ying’an and Situ Hong said they would be heading back to report to Sect Master Zhong. As for the mysterious servant, they would find people to draw out what he looked like and hopefully find him. They could only thank the fact that they had locked down the city just the night before.
There are so many side stories I’m curious about the eccentric Wuma Qiongling And Bai Qui then the Pillars
😔 there’s so many i would have loved to go into more detail with too. we’ll make up for it in the extras
Hmmm… brain -eating bug vs extra concern from Ren Yizhou 🤔. Tian Xiewen might have to make an effort to look really mad about what was done to him lol
Fan Yi’s and Wu Lingtian’s little love talk here absolutely knocked me to the ground;;;;; friend he said you!!!! i can’t;;;;;;;; i just;;;;;;;
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I LIKE WUMA…. hehehe.. the forgetfulness thingy is so funny ehhh.. 😛 😛