Wei WuXian, “LianFang-Zun, you hid quite a big land deed in the secret chamber of Fragrant Palace, right beside my manuscripts. Don’t you remember?”
Jin GuangYao, “Oh, that would be my fault. I should’ve put them separately.”
Wei WuXian, “Right now, we won’t be able to run from your grasp no matter what, so could you perhaps tell me just what a creature is being suppressed in this Guanyin Temple, LianFang-Zun, and quench my curiosity a bit?”
Jin GuangYao smiled, “Quenching your curiosity doesn’t come at a low price. Young Master Wei, are you sure you’d like to try?”
Wei WuXian, “Oh. On second thought, then, nevermind.”
At this point, Lan XiChen walked towards him. Wei WuXian finally noticed that although the sword at Lan XiChen’s waist was an inch unsheathed, no light was shining. He asked, “ZeWu-Jun, what’s with this?”
Lan XiChen, “It was quite a shame. I was fooled by lies and lost my spiritual powers. Even though I carry Shuoyue and Liebing, they will not be of much help.”
Wei WuXian, “No need to feel ashamed. After all, lying is one of LianFang-Zun’s greatest skills.”
Remembering the Empathy scene where Meng Yao feigned suicide to stab Nie MingJue behind the back as well as the news that ‘LianFang-Zun was heavily injured’, he didn’t find it too hard to deduce how Lan XiChen lost his spiritual powers.
Jin GuangYao ordered the monks, “Lay out an array. When HanGuang-Jun comes later, stop him as long as you can.”
Wei WuXian, “How are you so sure that HanGuang-Jun would come?”
He was still rapidly thinking whether or not he should lie and lower Jin GuangYao’s guard when Jin GuangYao smiled, as though he knew what he was thinking, “Of course he’d come. Since you were suspicious of this Guanyin Temple, Young Master Wei, of course HanGuang-Jun would know of the peculiarities here as well. Young Master Wei, don’t tell me you think I’d believe you if you said he didn’t come with you.”
Wei WuXian, “Bravo.”
Lan XiChen, “Young Master Wei, if WangJi is around, why is he not with you?”
Wei WuXian, “We’re acting separately.”
Lan XiChen, however, paused in surprise, “I heard you injured yourself when you left Burial Mound. Why would he act separately with you at such a time?”
Wei WuXian, “Who did you hear it from?”
Jin GuangYao, “I told him.”
Wei WuXian glanced at him before turning to Lan XiChen, “It’s like this. I couldn’t sleep tonight and took a stroll outside the inn. I only came here accidentally. HanGuang-Jun’s in another room. He doesn’t know I went out.”
Jin GuangYao found this strange, “You two got two rooms?”
Wei WuXian, “Who told you we’d definitely get one room?
Jin GuangYao smiled, but said nothing. Wei WuXian, “Oh, I know.” Lan XiChen told him. Wei WuXian, “You two really do talk about anything and everything.”
However, there was no joking tone in Lan XiChen’s voice, “Young Master Wei, did something happen between you two?”
Without the genial smile on his face, he looked even more like Lan WangJi with such a serious expression. Wei WuXian couldn’t understand why his reaction was so big. He felt guilty in the first place, “Sect Leader Lan, what could’ve happened between us? As of the moment, let’s turn our attention to dealing with this one.”
He gestured to Jin GuangYao with his eyes. With the reminder, Lan XiChen replied, “I was too impatient. My apologies.”
Yet, Jin GuangYao smiled, “So it seems that a problem indeed happened. And not a small problem, at that.”
Wei WuXian returned a cold smile, “Right now, the entire cultivation world is about to crusade against you, LianFang-Zun, and you’re still sitting back, aren’t you? Still got the spare time to worry about others? Aren’t you a chatty one?”
Jin GuangYao, “Of course not. I just had to comment. HanGuang-Jun spent so many years in yearning, and even today he hasn’t gotten his happy ending yet. Not only does Sect Leader Lan have a good reason to feel impatient, even an outsider can’t bear watching it.”
Wei WuXian whirled around, “What yearning? What happy ending?”
Hearing this, both Jin GuangYao and Lan XiChen seemed surprised. They examined his expression carefully, as though trying to see if he was purposely pretending to be oblivious. Wei WuXian’s heart suddenly began to pound, like something that had been dead for more than half the night suddenly bursted alive in his chest again. He forced himself to be calm, “What do you mean?”
Jin GuangYao, “Young Master Wei, do you really don’t understand what I mean? No matter what, if HanGuang-Jun heard this, it’d be a little hurtful, wouldn’t it?”
Wei WuXian, “I really don’t understand. Just say it out loud!!!”
Lan XiChen was shocked, “Young Master Wei, could it be that even after you spent such a long time together with WangJi, you still do not know of his feelings?”
Wei WuXian grabbed him at once, about to kneel on the ground and beg him to explain everything in one go, “Sect Leader Lan, Sect Leader Lan, w-what feelings do you mean by Lan Zhan’s feelings?! Is it, is it…”
Lan XiChen forcefully drew his hand away, speaking in disbelief, “So you really know nothing. But have you forgotten how he received those whip scars? Have you not seen the brand mark at his chest?”
Wei WuXian, “Whip scars?!” He grabbed Lan XiChen again, “Sect Leader Lan, I really don’t know. Please tell me, just how did he get those injuries? How could they possibly be related to me?!?”
Anger could be seen on Lan XiChen’s face, “If it were not related to you, could he have done those to himself without a reason?!”
ZeWu-Jun had always been an extremely patient person, but now that Lan WangJi was involved, he was truly angered. But after he scrutinized Wei WuXian’s expression, he suppressed some of his anger, trying, “Your… memory is damaged?”
Wei WuXian, “My memory?” He immediately tried as hard as he could to think of things that he’d forgotten, “I don’t remember my memory being… Yes!”
There was indeed a portion of his memories that was blurry.
The massacre of the Nightless City!
On the night back then, he thought Wen Qing and Wen Ning had already been turned to dust, he watched the cultivational world charge so passionately at him, he even saw Jiang YanLi die before him with his own eyes. In the end, he lost control and put the Tiger Seal together, letting it succumb to slaughter. Those killed by the corpses under the Seal’s command became new corpses, creating an endless flow of killing puppets to build the hell of blood.
Afterwards, even though Wei WuXian could manage to support himself and remain standing, amidst the blur, he felt himself leave the slaughter house of a city. He was unconscious for a long time, and when he woke up again, he’d been sitting at the bottom of Yiling’s Burial Mound for quite long.
Lan XiChen, “Do you remember now?”
Wei WuXian murmured, “The time at Nightless City? I-I’ve always thought I somehow walked back on my own. Could it be…”
Lan XiChen almost laughed out of the rage, “Young Master Wei! On the night at Nightless City, what faced you was how many people? Three thousand! No matter what a prodigy you were, to be able to escape unscathed in those circumstances? Absolutely impossible!”