The courier station was two stories tall. A stable was right next to the building. When Lan WangJi and Jiang Cheng arrived, they happened to see a tall shadow rush inside and lock the doors behind him. Afraid of Wen ZhuLiu’s ‘Core-Melting Hand’ technique, the two decided not to alert the enemy and flipped onto the roof instead of entering through the door. Jiang Cheng forced back the towering hatred within him. Clenching his teeth, he stared without a blink down through a slit between the roof tiles.

"Sometimes you need to calm your anger, ChengCheng." said Wei Wuxian.

"That's my parents murderer and you expect me to be calm." Jiang Cheng said in disbelief.

"But I did really forced myself to calm and don't attack." he added.

Wen ZhuLiu seemed to have been travelling. In his arms was another figure. As though dragging his legs, he walked to the second floor and placed the person beside the table. He then ran to all of the windows and closed the curtains so that not even a breeze could pass through. He finally returned to the table and lit up the oil lamp.

The faint light illuminated his face. It was still pale, still cold, but two dense smears of black were under his eyes. The other person by the table was covered entirely. Even their face was hidden in a cape. As though inside of a fragile cocoon, the person shivered within the cape, panting as he suddenly exclaimed, “Don’t light the lamp! What if he finds us?!”

"Damn, what kind of voice is that?" asked Wei Wuxian with a frown but smirked after a few moments.

"That must be Wen Chao." he laughed.

"But who is he afraid of?" asked MianMian.

"Maybe that person who attacked them in the supervisory office." said Jiang Cheng.

Lan WangJi looked up, exchanging a look with Jiang Cheng. Both of them had the same confused look.

This person had to be Wen Chao. But how did Wen Chao’s voice become like this? So thin and so sharp, it didn’t seem to be Wen Chao at all?

"I'm also confused here." said Jin Zixuan.

"Can this scene be anymore clearer. It only gives us more mystery to solve." he added.

"What about having some patience, a-die." said Jin Ling.

"You will know what really happened sooner or later." he added.

Head down, Wen ZhuLiu searched through the belongings within his sleeves, “Is it that if we don’t light the lamp, he won’t be able to find us?”

Wen Chao panted, “W-We’ve run so far, for so long. H-He shouldn’t b-be able to catch us, right?”

Wen ZhuLiu appeared to be indifferent, “Perhaps.”

"He? So it's a man. I wonder who it is that made you scared like that." laughed Wei Wuxian.

"I am not." said Wen Chao.

"Stop lying. You know that the Lans doesn't like it when you lie." said Wei Wuxian.

"He's not a Lan and Lans doesn't care about him." said Jiang Cheng.

"A person who is nearing his death." he added.

Wen Chao fumed, “What do you mean perhaps?! If we haven’t outrun him why did you stop?!”

Wen ZhuLiu, “You need ointment. Or else you’ll be dead for certain.”

As he spoke, he took off Wen Chao’s cape. Both of the two on the roof were shocked.

Under the cape, it wasn’t Wen Chao’s arrogant, greasily handsome face, but rather a bald head enwrapped in bandages!

Wen ZhuLiu peeled off the bandages layer by layer, revealing the skin of the bald man. On the face, scars and burn marks scattered without order, making him look as if he’d been cooked. Ugly, hideous, they couldn’t see at all the shadow of whom he used to be!

Some people make some gagging noises while Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng was laughing silently.

"Damn! What happened to him?" asked Jin Zixuan.

"What a sight to see." said Wei Wuxian.

"Very pleasing to the eye." said Jiang Cheng.

"What kinds of friends do I have?" askee Nie Huaisang.

"A very dangerous friends." said Zizhen.

"And you're one of them." he added in a whisper.

Wen Chao is shivering in the corner.

"That's more worse than being beheaded." said Wen Xu with a slight chuckle.

"You're done, Wen Chao." he added.

Wen ZhuLiu took out the bottle of medicine. He first fed him a couple of round pills before he took out some ointment and applied it to the burn marks on his head and his face. Wen Chao whimpered in pain, though Wen ZhuLiu stopped him, “Don’t cry. Or else the tears would make the wounds fester and worsen the pain.”

Wen Chao could only hold back his tears, unable to even cry. By the flickering light of the fire, a bald man covered in burn marks contorted his face, strange, muffled noises coming out of his mouth. The flame was on the verge of dying, a dim yellow. The sight was beyond frightening.

"Yeah, it's really frightening." said Nie Huaisang.

"The one who did that is so cruel." said Jin Zixuan.

"No." Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng disagrees.

"It's not even that frightening." said Jiang Cheng.

"How?" some asked in disbelief.

"How are the two of them not even scared of it?" another asked.

"That's because of their hatred." said another hatred.

"Why do I feel that I knew who did it to him?" asked Nie Huaisang.

"It's not just a feeling." Sizhui whispered.

Suddenly, Wen Chao shrieked, “The flute! The flute! Is it the flute?! I heard him play the flute again!”

Wen ZhuLiu, “No! It was the wind.”

"Flute?" asled Nie Huaisang as he looked at Wei Wuxian who is smirking while watching the scene.

"The one who made him like that jas a flute." a younger disciple said.

"A Lan?" asked Jin Zixun.

People looked at him in disbelief.

"What? Lans are the only ones who practiced music as a way of cultivation." he said seeing the looks sent to him.

"What a dumb f*cking Jin?!" said Wen Rouhan.

"Did you absorbs all the dumbness in the world?" asked Jiang Cheng.

"No, you didn't." he said.

"You shared some to Wen Chao but you have the huge portion of it." he added.

The juniors laughed at that.

"It makes me grew fond of you, little Jiang." said Wen Rouhan in amusement.

However, Wen Chao was so scared that he had fallen to the ground, wailing. Wen ZhuLiu picked him up again. It seemed that something had happened to Wen Chao’s legs and he couldn’t walk on his own.

After Wen ZhuLiu finished applying the ointment, he took out a few buns from his lapel and put one in his hand, “Eat. We’ll continue after you finish.”

With shaking hands, Wen Chao cupped it in his hands and took a bite out of it. Seeing this, Jiang Cheng remembered what a plight he and Wei WuXian were in the day when they fled. The didn’t even have any food. Such a situation was karma indeed!

Heart filled with joy, the corners of his curled lifted and he broke into mad but soundless laughter.

"This is one of the best scene I have ever watched." said Jiang Cheng.

"I will make sure that this scene will never be forgotten in my memory." said Wei Wuxian.

They both looked at Wen Chao who is still shivering without someone in his side.

Suddenly, Wen Chao looked as if he had bitten something that caused him react with such a petrified expression. He threw the bun away and screamed, “I’m not eating meat! I’m not! I’m not! I’m not eating meat!”

Wen ZhuLiu passed him another one, “This one isn’t meat.”

Wen Chao, “I’m not eating it! Take it away! Get lost! I want to find my dad. When can we get back to my dad?!”

"It's not like I'm going to do something to defend you." said Wen Rouhan.

"Fuqin, please." Wen Chao begged.

"You knew that I never go back on my words. My decisions are always final." said Wen Rouhan.

"Only if you stayed silent from the start and didn't insult everyone then maybe I can but you did. You're just the same as your future self. Don't ever think that you're above them and take them as your enemies knowing that they more stronger than you." he added.

"You brought that to yourself." said Wen Xu.

Wen ZhuLiu, “At this speed, two more days.”

His words were quite honest, neither emphasized nor faked. However, the honesty created much torment on Wen Chao’s part, “Two days? Two days?! Do you see how I am right now? If I wait for two more days, how would I be then?! You useless thing!”

Wen ZhuLiu suddenly stood up. Wen Chao flinched from fear. He thought that he wanted to flee alone and was immediately scared. All of the guards died in front of him one by one. Wen ZhuLiu was both his strongest and his last support. He quickly changed his words, “No no no, Wen ZhuLiu, Brother Wen! Don’t go, don’t leave me behind. If you can take me back to my dad, I’ll let him promote you to the highest level guest cultivator! No no no, you saved me, so you’re my brother—I’ll let him recognize you into the main clan! From now on you’ll be my elder brother!”

"Well, Zhuliu is more better brother than you yourself." said Wen Xu.

"I don't mind." he added.

"That just proved that you can't survive on your own." said Wei Wuxian.

"That's because he's a coward." said Jiang Cheng.

"The most coward person I have ever met." said Jin Zixuan.

"At least it's not me." Nie Huaisang mumbled.

Wen ZhuLiu stared in the direction of the stairs, “There’s no need.”

Not only had he heard, both Lan WangJi and Jiang Cheng heard as well. Footsteps, one after another, came from the stairs of the courier station.

Somebody was walking up the stairs, one step at a time.

"We're finally going to see who it is." said Nie Huaisang.

"Is anyone willing to bet?" asked Jingyi.

"We're in a serious situation, un-lan." said Jiang Cheng.

"But, I just want to know who you guys think it is." said Jingyi.

"We're getting nervous here yet Young Master Jiang still thinking of betting." laughed one of the disciples.

"Ehh don't call me that." said Jingyi.

"I love being a Jiang but I really don't like it when I am called like that. It only belongs to my a-niang even if he's already a Sect Leader." he added.

All of the excess blood had drained from Wen Chao’s burnt face. Trembling, he moved his hands out of the cape and covered his face with them, as though he was so scared that he wanted to cover his eyes to protect himself, pretending that nothing was happening. The pair of palms, on the other hand, was bare, without a single finger on it!

Tap, tap, tap.

"Damn, Wen Chao really had it bad." said MianMian with a chuckle.

"That's so cruel." said Jiang Yanli.

"But, I think he deserves it." she added.

"He deserves all the cruelness, a-jie." said Jiang Cheng.

The person slowly walked upstairs. He was covered in black. With a slender physique, he had a flute at his waist, hands behind his back.

On the roof, both Lan WangJi and Jiang Cheng pressed their hands onto the hilts of their swords.

However, when the person strolled up the stairs and turned around, smile on his face, Lan WangJi’s eyes opened wide, having seen those bright features before.

His lips trembled, saying something in silence. Jiang Cheng stood up almost immediately.

It was Wei WuXian!

"WHAT?!" everyone exclaimed.

"How is he alive?" asked Nie Mingjue.

"How did he survive that place?" asked Jin Zixuan.

"That's impossible." said Wen Xu.

"Maybe, that's the reason why he learned demonic cultivation. He used it to survive and take revenge." said Meng Yao.

"I hate to say it but I do agree with you." said Nie Huaisang.

"So, my second son-in-law has a reason why he chooses that path. That's a little acceptable as long as he won't use it to hurt many people." said Qingheng-jun.

"I'm the one who made Wen Chao like that?" Wei Wuxian asked in disbelief.

"Oh what a pleasure it is." he added as he let out a bright smile.

"That's better. You're back alive." said Jiang Cheng.

"But, isn't it supposed to be me who will kill him?" he asked.

"You can do it." said Wei Wuxian.

However, apart from the face, from top to bottom, this person was nowhere like the past Wei WuXian.

Wei WuXian had clearly been a bright, high-spirited boy. The tips of his eyes and eyebrows had always retained the hint of a grin, always refusing to walk properly. Yet, this person was entirely enveloped in a cold, dark energy. He was handsome, yet pale-faced, his smile eerie.

The sight before their eyes was too surprising. The situation was still unclear, and they couldn’t act rashly. Even though the two on the roof were flabbergasted, neither rushed inside. They only forced their heads lower and inched closer to the slit between the roof tiles.

"What happened to him? What happened to my a-xian?" asked Jiang Yanli.

"Maybe, it's because of the resentment energy." said Jin Zixuan.

"That's how he became the Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation?" asked MianMian.

The juniors nodded.

"I don't care that his a demonic cultivator, he is looking so hot." a girl said.

"I agree." some of the girls agree too.

Wei Wuxian smiled at them.

"Wei Ying." Lan Wangji murmured making him return his attention to his lover.

Inside the room, Wei WuXian, clothed in black, turned around slowly. Wen Chao covered his own face. Now, only the raspy breath of his voice could be heard, “Wen ZhuLiu… Wen ZhuLiu!”

Hearing this, Wei WuXian’s eyes and lips curled up, “Even now, you still think that calling him would be of any use?”

"I love myself!" Wei Wuxian exclaimed.

"I'm more hotter than a Sect Leader Jiang Cheng." he added.

Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes.

"Imagine if it's Jiang-xiong who became the demonic cultivator. I can say that it would be more cruel." said Nie Huaisang.

"I pray for the Lans." said Jin Zixuan.

"Well, the Lans seemed to accept the both of them. They doesn't even care anymore." said Nie Huaisang.

He walked a few steps nearer and kicked into a white object by his foot. He looked down. It was the meat bun that Wen Chao had tossed away.

Wei WuXian raised a brow, “What, you’re a picky eater?”

Wen Chao fell from his stool, screeching, “I’m not eating it! I’m not eating it! I’m not eating it!”

"No one is forcing you to eat it." laughed Wei Wuxian.

"I would have shove that bun in that mouth of yours." he added.

"You won't do anything." said Wen Chao.

"That's where you've wrong." said Wei Wuxian with a smirk.

As he bawled, he crawled on the ground with his finger-less hands. The long black cape slid down the lower half of his body, revealing his legs. The two legs dangled from his torso as if they were burdensome accessories. Even wrapped within bandages, they were still unusually thin. Due to his violent movements, the bandages stretched out to form gaps. Inside were ghastly white bones, crimson blood and strands of flesh still hanging from them.

All of the flesh on his legs had been sliced off, piece by piece. And, likely… all of the flesh had been eaten by himself!

"Oh My God!" some cultivators exclaimed.

"I will never mess up with them." some said.

"That's cruel, Wei-xiong." laughed Nie Huaisang.

"It's the best." said Wei Wuxian.

"But don't use too much resentful energy. It's bad for your health and cultivation, Wei Ying." said Lan Wangji.

"Don't worry too much, Lan Zhan. I will always listen to you." said Wei Wuxian.

"As long as you won't leave my side." he added.

"Never." said Lan Wangji as he hugged Wei Wuxian tightly.

Wen Chao’s sharp screams echoed within the empty courier station. Wei WuXian looked as though he didn’t hear anything. Lifting up the hem of his robe, he sat down at another table.

The second oil lamp lit up. Before the bright yellow of the flame, half of Wei WuXian’s face was in the light, the other half in the dark. He dropped his hand down. An ashen face appeared out of the darkness under the table. Soon, there came the crunching sounds of chewing.

A white child squatted by his feet. Like a young, carnivorous beast, it was gnawing on something that Wei WuXian fed it.

"Isn't that the child the same to the other one back on Wang LingJiao's chest of treasures?" asked MianMian.

"Yes, it is." Jingyi answered.

"I don't like this." said Sizhui.

"Oh, a-yuan." said Wei Wuxian.

"You're looking like a father to that child which is a ghost. This is what I dislikes, the scene that will come after this." said Sizhui.

"A-niang, please don't do that again." he added.

"Don't take those ghost as your family, they will only destroy you." he continued.

"I won't, a-yuan. I have no reason to do that." said Wei Wuxian as he caress his son's hair.

Wei WuXian took his hand away after patting on the white ghoul child’s sparse-haired head. Holding what he had fed it in its mouth, it turned around and sat down. Hugging his leg, it chewed fiercely as it glowered at Wen ZhuLiu with cold, glistening eyes.

What he was chewing were two human fingers.

Needless to say—they must be Wen Chao’s fingers!

"I can't take it anymore." Nie Huaisang said as he vomit in front of his brother.

"Just let it out. It won't be good if you keep it." said Nie Mingjue as he patted his brother's back.

"You can take it, Nie-jiujiu. There's still more impossible things to happen." said Jingyi with a chuckle.

"You're spoiling them." said Jin Ling as he smacked Jingyi's head.

Lan WangJi stared at the ghastly ghost child along with a ghastly Wei WuXian. His grip tightened around Bichen’s hilt.

Wen ZhuLiu was still in front of Wen Chao. Wei WuXian’s head looked down, his expression unable to be seen, “Wen ZhuLiu, do you really think that you can protect his dog life from my hands?”

Wen ZhuLiu, “Better die trying.”

Wei WuXian laughed coldly, “What a loyal Wen-dog.”

Wen ZhuLiu, “I can’t fail to repay the debt I owe their generosity.”

"By what? By killing my family? By destroying our home? By leaving us orphaned?" asked Wei Wuxian angrily.

"What kind of moral does he have to think like that?" he added.

He laughed coldly.

"If he want to pay them, then at least know that his way of paying his debt is unacceptable. My peoples lives are not for payment." said Jiang Cheng.

Both he and Wei Wuxian sre glaring at the screen with pure hatred.

Wei WuXian’s expression darkened at once. His voice was harsh as well, “What a joke! Why is it that the debt you owe has to be repaid at the expense of others!”

Before he even finished speaking, from behind Wen ZhuLiu came Wen Chao’s piercing wails. Wen Chao had crawled to a corner and was trying as hard as he could to press into the wooden boards as though he could squeeze out from in between them. However, a red shadow suddenly dropped from the ceiling. A long-haired woman in red clothes, her face blue, fell heavily onto him. The dark face, bright red clothes, and black hair created a chilling contrast. Her fingers wrapped around the bandages around Wen Chao’s head and tore!

The bandages were just wrapped again after Wen ZhuLiu had applied ointment to Wen Chao’s face. The ointment, the skin, and the bandages were still stuck together. Burned skin was naturally weak to begin with. With the violent tear, the scabs that hadn’t peeled off yet tore off along with a thin layer of flesh. Even his lips were torn off. The uneven, bald head immediately became a bloody, bald head.

Wen Chao passed out at once. As soon as he heard the scream, Wen ZhuLiu turned around to help him. On the roof, Lan WangJi and Jiang Cheng clenched their swords as well, prepared to attack. However, they heard another scream. The ghoul child by Wei WuXian’s feet had thrown itself over. Wen ZhuLiu’s right hand struck at the ghoul child’s forehead before he felt a sharp pain on his palm. The ghoul child had opened its two rows of sharp teeth and bit into him.

"Damn, it's getting exciting." said Wei Wuxian.

"How is it exciting?" asked a random cultivator.

"It's scary." he added.

"Well, we are enjoying it. Nothing's scary, it's just pure revenge." said Wei Wuxian.

"How I wish I can be brave as you." said a younger disciple.

"Join our Jiang Sect then me and ChengCheng here will teach you how to be brave." said Wei Wuxian.

"Don't believe him, he will just target you on his pranks and drag you on all his troubles." said Jiang Cheng.

"That's the first stage of getting braver." said Wei Wuxian with pout.

"Focus on the screen." said Jiang Cheng with a glare.

Wen ZhuLiu couldn’t shake it off, so he ignored it and went straight to Wen Chao. The ghoul child, however, had bit out an entire chunk of the flesh on his hand and spat it out. He continued to devour the palm. Wen ZhuLiu grabbed the child’s head with his left hand, as though to put so much force on the small, cold head that it exploded. The blue-faced woman threw the bloodstained bandages on the ground and, like a four-limbed creature, she crawled to Wen ZhuLiu’s side almost instantly.

A swing of her arm and there were ten lines of blood. The two dark beings, one large and one small, wrangled with him incessantly. Wen ZhuLiu couldn’t attend to both sides at the same time, blundering amid the chaos. As he looked to the side and saw Wei WuXian’s cold smile, he threw himself at him.

"Hurt him and you're dead." said Jiang Cheng in a cold voice.

"Which he really did." laughed Jingyi.

Jiang Cheng just smirked at his son.

Both of the two on the roof frowned. Lan WangJi smacked down. The tiles shattered and the roof collapsed. Through the roof, he descended into the second floor of the courier station and blocked Wen ZhuLiu from Wei WuXian. Taking advantage of Wen ZhuLiu’s surprise, a whip flickering with purple light swept over and around his neck, wrapping itself three entire times around his throat before lifting up. Wen ZhuLiu’s large, heavy body had been lifted up by the surging whip and was now dangling in the air.

Immediately, there came the crunching sounds of his neck bones cracked. At the same time, Wei WuXian’s pupils shrunk. He took out a flute from beside his waist and spun around, standing up. The ghoul child and bluefaced woman who had been tearing at Wen ZhuLiu quickly backed off to his side and stared with vigilance at the two strangers.

Behind them, Wen ZhuLiu hadn’t died yet. His face flushed red and his entire body twitched, struggling against his will. His eyes were opened so wide that it seemed as though they were about to burst out of their sockets. The ghoul child snarled at Lan WangJi and Jiang Cheng, not at all hiding its enmity. Wei WuXian raised his hand slightly for it to withdraw its fangs. His gaze swept back and forth between Lan WangJi and Jiang Cheng. Among the three, nobody spoke up.

"I killed him!" exclaimed Jiang Cheng.

"I finally killed my parents murderer." he added.

Wen Zhuliu stared blankly at the screen.

"That's what he deserve. Death from my a-niang most powerful weapon." said Jiang Cheng.

"Wait, I can wield Zidian? It means, I have my golden core back." he said.

"That's great." said Wei Wuxian.

"See, I told you that you can cultivate again." he added.

"Yeah, this scene is truly memorable. I killed Wen Zhuliu and got my golden back." said Jiang Cheng.

"But don't lose it again, ChengCheng." said Wei Wuxian.

"I'm not stupid." said Jiang Cheng.

A few moments later, Jiang Cheng waved his arm and tossed something over. Wei WuXian caught it without a second thought. Jiang Cheng, “Your sword!”

Wei WuXian’s hand slowly dropped.

He looked down at Suibian and only responded after a pause, “… Thank you.”

"Why are you looking like that?" asked Jiang Cheng.

"You loved Suibian so much." he added.

"Maybe because I never wield it for three months." said Wei Wuxian.

"Wrong. It's another reason." said Wen Qing.

"What reason?" asked Wei Wuxian.

"It's not mine to tell." said Wen Qing.

Again, a short while passed before any words were spoken. Suddenly, Jiang Cheng walked over and struck him, “You brat! Where have you run off to in these three months?!”

Although the sentence itself seemed to scold him, his tone was full of joy. Although Lan WangJi didn’t step forward, he eyes had always been locked onto Wei WuXian. With the slap, Wei WuXian paused blankly. A few moments later, he struck him as well, “Haha, it’s a long story, it’s a long story!”

"Aiyaa, my didi missed me." Wei Wuxian teased.

"Who? I don't." said Jiang Cheng.

"The screen showed it. Don't lie." said Wei Wuxian with a grin.

"Can't you see your husband? He looked like he misses you too, I mean his the only one who misses you." said Jiang Cheng.

"Lan Zhan doesn't have to miss me since I will always be with him." said Jiang Cheng.

"Okay." said Jiang Cheng with a raised brows.

"Good luck for that." he added.

The cold air that had been on him was in some ways watered down by the two strikes. There was anger within Jiang Cheng’s joy. He hugged him tightly before shoving him back, yelling, “Didn’t we agree to meet at the lousy town down the mountain? I waited for almost six days and didn’t even see a shadow of you! If you died it wouldn’t even have been in front of my eyes! For the last three months I’ve been so busy that my head’s even gotten bigger!”

"My brother hugged me!" Wei Wuxian.

"Come, ChengCheng give your brother a hug too." he added.

"Shut up." said Jiang Cheng.

"For once, Jiang-xiong. Show your love and what you truly feel with them." said Nie Huaisang.

"That's impossible." said Jiang Yanli.

"A-cheng seemed to have build a wall within himself." she added.

"I need to do it." Jiang Cheng whispered.

Wei WuXian lifted the hem of his robe and sat down again, waving his hand, “I’ve already said that it’s a long story. Back then a bunch of Wendogs were searching everywhere for me as well. They were waiting for me, caught me right there, and threw me to some hell of a place to suffer.”

As he spoke, the blue-faced woman crawled toward him using both her arms and her legs. When she had been fighting, her face was almost hideous, but now, with her dark face against Wei WuXian’s lap, she somehow seemed to be a charming concubine, obediently pleasing her master. Giggling laughter came from her mouth as well. Wei WuXian sat leaning to one side, his right hand stroking her soft, long hair over and over again.

As he watched his movements, Lan WangJi’s face grew even colder. Although the scene made Jiang Cheng feel somewhat uncomfortable, at the moment, he was more shocked than anything else, “What hell of a place? I’ve carefully asked the people in the town, so how was it that everyone said they hadn’t seen you?!”

"Damn, Wangji-xiong is getting jealous." said Nie Huaisang.

"Who wouldn't. That woman is so lucky." said a female cultivator.

"Wei Ying. I don't like it." said Lan Wangji.

"And I promise that I won't do it again." said Wei Wuxian.

"Well, you and the ghost looked good together." said Jiang Cheng.

"You look like a perfect family together with your ghost son." he added and a light flashed across his eyes.

"Wei Ying is mine." said Lan Wangji with a cold gaze.

Bichen was buried on the ground near Jiang Cheng.

"Wangji, that's not so kind." said Lan Xichen with a smile.

"Don't do that again." he added and with a cold voice as he looked at his brother.

Wei WuXian, “You asked the people in the town? They’re all a bunch of naive farmers scared of bringing themselves trouble, so who’d dare tell you the truth? And the Wen-dogs have definitely done something to shut their mouths. Of course all of them said that they hadn’t seen me.”

Jiang Cheng cursed, “Those old idiots!” He quickly added, “What hell of a place? Qishan? The Nightless City? Then how did you get out? And you’ve become like this. What are… these two things of yours? They actually listen to your command. A while ago Second Young Master Lan and I took the task of assassinating Wen Chao and Wen ZhuLiu at night, but somebody had gone before us. I can’t believe that it was you! You were the one who changed those talismans as well?”

"It's more than a hell of a place." said Jin Zixuan.

"How he survived there was a great mystery." he added.

"Lets not talk about that. Lets just be grateful that I have survived." said Wei Wuxian.

"What I learned there must be truly helpful." he added.

From the corner of his eye, Wei WuXian saw that Lan WangJi had always been looking at them. He smiled, “Pretty much. If I say that I found a mysterious cave somewhere and there was a mysterious book that a mysterious expert had left, and then when I came out I was this powerful, would you believe me?”

Jiang Cheng spat, “Wake up. You’ve read too many legends in those picturebooks, haven’t you? How could there be so many experts in the world? With secret caves and books everywhere!”

Wei WuXian turned his palms up, “You see? You don’t believe me even if I say it. I’ll tell you about it if I ever get the chance to.”

"For once, believe me, ChengCheng." said Wei Wuxian.

"If I knew what really happened to you? Do you think I will believe you. No." said Jiang Cheng.

"You better tell me what really happened to you." he added.

"If I knew what really happens." said Wei Wuxian.

Jiang Cheng glanced at Lan WangJi. He knew that it was probably something that shouldn’t be said in front of disciples from other sects and wiped the joy from his face, “Alright, then. You can tell me about it later. It’s all good as long as you’re back.”

Wei WuXian, “Yep. As long as I’m back.”

"I will always come back to you." said Wei Wuxian.

"Of course you will." said Jiang Cheng with a small smile.

The juniors looked down.

Jiang Cheng murmured the words ‘as long as you’re back’ a couple of times before hitting him again, “You really are…! You live on even after being captured by Wen-dogs!”

Wei WuXian gloated, “Of course. Who am I?”

Jiang Cheng couldn’t help but scold him, “What are you proud of?! You’re alive and you didn’t come back sooner!”

"ChengCheng is always scolding me." said Wei Wuxian with a whine.

"We just met after three months but he still never changed, still always angry." he added.

"Do you expect me to be all lovey-dovey to you now that you're back? That's impossible." said Jiang Cheng.

"Then, attempt the impossible." said Wei Wuxian with a laugh.

Wei WuXian, “I just got out, hey? I heard that both shijie and you were fine, and you were rebuilding the YunmengJiang Sect and forming an alliance, so I went to kill a few Wen-dogs first to lighten up your burden, and do some contributions. In these three months, you’ve been working hard.”

Hearing the last part, Jiang Cheng remembered the past three months of rushing about and working day and night. He felt somewhat moved, but quickly put on a harsh face, “Put away your shabby sword! I’ve been waiting for you to take it away. I don’t want to be carrying two swords all the time and get asked that many questions any longer!”

"Of course it's tiring." said Wen Rouhan.

"Being a sect leader at such a young age seems impossible but looks like he manage and became one of the best." he added.

"It is what you call 'attempting the impossible'. They proved that they are the descendants of the Jiang Sect and the powerful twin prides of Yunmeng." said Qingheng-jun.

"Don't forget that they are my son-in-law's." he added.

Lan WangJi suddenly spoke up, “Wei Ying.”

"Yes, Lan Zhan?" asked Wei Wuxian.

"I love you." said Lan Wangji.

"Such a display of affection." said Nie Huaisang.

Jiang Cheng snorted as he leaned on his husband's chest.

"Only Wen Chao's death left." he said with a smirk.