Wei WuXian clicked his tongue, "HanGuang-Jun, you really have changed. Before, I drank a tiny jar in front of you, and you got so mad. You even threw me off the wall and hit me. Now, though, you're hiding jars of Emperor's Smile in your room and secretly drinking."

Fixing his collars, he answered in a calm voice, "I did not touch any jar of Emperor's Smile."

"It is for you, Wuxian." said Lan Xichen with a chuckle.

"Lan Zhan, you're the sweetest." said Wei Wuxian making Lan Wangji's ears turned red.

Wei WuXian, "Why did you hide them if you're not drinking anything? Saving them for me? Fine, fine. You didn't touch them. I'll believe you, okay? Let's talk about something else. Come. I really need to see just how many cups would it take to make an abstinent disciple of the GusuLan Sect drunk."

"You really think it was for you, Wei-xiong." laughed Nie Huaisang.

"And I'm right." said Wei Wuxian.

"Who wants to bet on how many cup Hanguang-jun can drink before getting drunk?" asked Jingyi as he let out his money pouch.

"Me, I bet he can't take more than one cup to get drunk." said Jiang Cheng as he took his money from his pouch.

"That's hard, Jiang Cheng is good at betting." said Wei Wuxian.

"Just bet." said Jiang Cheng.

"Three cups." said Wei Wuxian.

"Two cups." said Nie Huaisang.

"What about you?" the trio asked Jin Zixuan.

"Maybe two." said Jin Zixuan with uncertainty.

"Okay, you juniors are not allowed to bet as you already know him." said Wei Wuxian when Jingyi wanted to put his bet too making him pout.

The Lans gave them a look, betting are against their rules.

He poured a bowl for Lan WangJi. Without any thought, Lan WangJi took it over and drank up. Wei WuXian was unusually excited, staring at his face to see when it would turn red. Yet, even after he stared for a while, neither Lan WangJi's face color or expression changed, staring at him calmly with light-colored eyes. There wasn't any change at all!

"Is his alcohol tolerance that high that he didn't give any expression?" asked Nie Huaisang.

"Ready to lose, Jiang Cheng." Wei Wuxian asked but Jiang Cheng wasn't even scared like he is sure he will win.

Wei WuXian was extremely disappointed. As he was about to urge him for another jar, suddenly, Lan WangJi frowned and lightly rubbed at between his brows. After a few moments, with a hand supporting his forehead, he closed his eyes.

... He fell asleep?

... He fell asleep!

Everyone laughed seeing the scene while Jiang Cheng is having a proud look making Wei Wuxian pout.

"Who fell asleep after a bowl?" asked Jin Zixuan.

"Pay up. I won." said Jiang Cheng smugly.

"That's impossible. Why would he fell asleep?" asked Wei Wuxian.

"Just accept that you lose." said Jiang Cheng taking his money he bet.

After most people drank so much liquor, they should become drunk first, and then sleep. How could Lan WangJi skip the step of getting drunk and go to sleep immediately?!

"Drunken" was the part that he wanted to see!

"So he just fell asleep but I want to see his drunken behaviour." said Wei Wuxian.

"What if he woke up drunk? Lets just wait." said Nie Huaisang.

Wei WuXian waved at Lan WangJi, whose face remained serious even after he was asleep, then clapped beside his ears. There was no reaction.

Lan WangJi was surprisingly the type who collapses after just one bowl.

Wei WuXian didn't expect this sort of situation to happen at all. Thinking as he shook his legs, he put Lan WangJi's right arm around his arm, and dragged him out of the liquor shop.

"Where are going to bring him?" asked Jin Zixuan.

"How would I know." said Wei Wuxian.

He had already familiarized himself with the action of fishing things from Lan WangJi. After taking out the pouch containing money, he found an inn and asked for two rooms. He carried Lan WangJi to one of the rooms, took off his boots, tucked him in, and slipped into the night.

"Where are you going? Why did you leave him there? What if he woke up?" asked Nie Huaisang.

"Lets just pray that nothing will happen." said the juniors making all of them curious of what is going to happen.

Stopping at a desolated area, Wei WuXian took out his flute by his waist, placed it by his lips, and played a melody. After this, he waited silently.

In these past few days, Wei WuXian and Lan WangJi spent their days and nights together. He didn't have any alone time, so he couldn't summon Wen Ning. Aside from hiding his identity in the beginning, there was another reason.

"What do you want from him?" asked Jiang Cheng.

"Why are you asking me? I myself only knew the man when we are transported here." said Wei Wuxian.

"I didn't do anything wrong that time, right?" he asked the juniors.

"We don't know. We were never told about this." said Sizhui.

Wen Ning had killed the GusuLan Sect's people before. Even if Lan WangJi treated Wei WuXian well, he couldn't summon Wen Ning right in front of him. Or, perhaps, it was because Lan WangJi treated him well that he didn't have the face to summon Wen Ning in front of him. No matter how thick his face was, this wasn't the time to have a thick face.

Before he knew it, the eerie jingling noises sounded again.

With his head lowered, Wen Ning's figure appeared from the shadows of the city wall ahead.

"A-ning." Wen Qing whispered.

"How can a man that look so innocent become a fierce corpse in the future?" asked Nie Huaisang.

"There might be a reason behind it." said Wei Wuxian.

He wore all black, melting into the darkness surrounding him. Only his pupil-less eyes were a glaring, hideous white.

Wei WuXian put his hands behind him and slowly paced around Wen Ning.

Wen Ning shifted, as if wanting to follow his steps and walk in circles as well. Wei WuXian commanded, "Stand properly."

He complied and stopped moving. It seemed as if his delicate features appeared even more dejected.

Wei WuXian, "Hand."

Wen Ning extended his right arm. Wei WuXian grabbed his wrist and lifted it up, closely examining the iron cuff and chain locked onto it.

"How could they chain my brother like that?" asked Wen Qing in anger.

"Maybe because he is dangerous." said Nie Huaisang.

"I'm going to kill the person who made my nephew like this." said Wen Rouhan.

Wei Wuxian shivered knowing that it was him who made the man like that and Sizhui squeezed his hand to calm him.

This wasn't an ordinary chain. When Wen Ning flipped out, he became extremely violent, capable of twisting iron into sludge, so he wouldn't have let it drag around like this. It was likely that this was a set of chains created especially to restrain Wen Ning.

Turned to ashes?

Trying as hard as they could to restore a damaged piece of Stygian Tiger Seal, of course some sects salivated at the Ghost General as well. How would they have been willing to turn him to ashes?

The Wens are getting angry every second that passed.

"My brother is nothing but an innocent man." said Wen Qing.

"How is it innocent? Didn't you heard that he even killed a cultivator from Lan Sect then do you think he never harm anyone from other sect?" asked Jin Guangshan.

"Oh shut up, you f*cking manwhore, disgusting maniac , greedy man, and a waste of space and oxygen of this world!" cursed Wen Qing.

"A-qing, calm down. We can deal with him after this. Prepare you worse torture." said Wen Xu.

With a bitter laugh, he stood by Wen Ning's side. After considering for a moment, he started to press his fingers into Wen Ning's hair.

The person who kept and restrained Wen Ning must have prevented him from thinking on his own. To make him listen to other people's orders, Wen Ning's sanity must have been destroyed, which meant that they must've planted something inside his head. As he had expected, after pushing around a few times, Wei WuXian found a hard nib on an acupoint of the right side of his head. He put his other hand on the left side of Wen Ning's head and found the same thing, resembling the end of a needle.

"Are they trying to control them? Disgusting men." cursed Wen Qing.

"Calm down, Wen-guniang. We will find out what really happened for you to do anything you want for payment or revenge." said Zizhen.

"We are here to help you." Jingyi added.

Wei WuXian pinched both needle ends at the same time and gradually pulled two black, long nails from within Wen Ning's skull.

The two nails buried deep inside of Wen Ning were around an inch long and as thick as the red strings used for jade pendants. As soon as the nails left his head, Wen Ning's features quivered faintly. A layer of black lines that resembled strands of blood climbed across the whites of Wen Ning's eyes. It seemed as if he was trying hard to endure the pain.

How strange was it that, although he had died, he could still experience feelings of "pain".

Wen Qing covered eyes immediately as the scene showed even though it pained her to watch the scene.

"We will do everything to not let that happen and also to get our revenge to that person who is the reason he become like that." said Wen Rouhan but not looking at Wei Wuxian because he knew that the man wasn't the one who killed his nephew.

"Don't tell me the people in the past are slowly changing their attitudes." said Jingyi to his friends who just shrugged.

Judging from the intricate, complex lines carved onto the nails, it must have came from a unique source. Their creator was fairly skilled. It'd take quite some time for Wen Ning to heal completely. Putting them away, Wei WuXian looked down at the chains on Wen Ning's wrists and ankles, thinking to himself that it'd be a bit inconvenient for them to hang around and make noise. He'd need to use a cultivational sword to cut them off.

The first that he thought of was, of course, Lan WangJi's Bichen. Although it somewhat unbefitting to use the sword of someone from the Lan Sect to cut off Wen Ning's chains, it was the best cultivational sword that he could get his hands on. He really couldn't let Wen Ning drag so many burdensome things behind him.

"So you're friend with him?" asked Jin Zixuan.

"I don't think so." said Wei Wuxian.

"You looked so concerned about him." said Jiang Cheng.

"Lets just hope that Wangji won't find out about this." said Lan Xichen referring to the scene on the screen.

Wei WuXian thought to himself, Okay. I'll go back to the inn first. If Lan Zhan is awake, then I won't do anything. If Lan Zhan is still asleep, I'll quickly borrow Bichen for a while.

Having made his decision, he turned around. However, what he didn't expect was that Lan WangJi was standing right behind him.

"Well your hopes are shattered." said Jiang Cheng with a light chuckle.

"Is he sober?" asked Nie Huaisang.

The juniors are hoping that their great Hanguang-jun won't do anything that may harm his reputation.

After he summoned Wen Ning, Wei WuXian's state of mind was somewhat confused, so it was hard for him to be continuously alert. And, if Lan WangJi didn't want someone to notice his arrival, he could do it without any difficulty. Thus, as he turned around and saw the even colder face under the moonlight, his heart almost skipped a beat.

He didn't know how long Lan WangJi had been here for or if he had seen and heard what he was doing. If Lan WangJi had never been drunk in the beginning and followed him all the way here, the situation would be even more awkward, especially with him not saying anything to Lan WangJi's face and sneaking out to summon Wen Ning after Lan WangJi fell asleep.

Lan WangJi crossed his arms in front of him and held Bichen in them. His expression was particularly stiff. Wei WuXian had never seen him with such an obviously displeased expression on his face before. He felt that he needed to speak first and explain the situation, ease the atmosphere, "Ahem, HanGuang-Jun."

"Oh he looks mad." said Lan Xichen.

"I pray for your soul, Wei-xiong." said Nie Huaisang.

"Lan Zhan wont do something unforgivable to me." said Wei Wuxian.

"Are you sure? Or are you just trying to calm yourself?" asked Jiang Cheng.

Lan WangJi did not reply.

Standing in front of Wen Ning, Wei WuXian stared across at Lan WangJi. He touched his chin and, for some reason, felt exceptionally guilty.

Lan WangJi finally let down the hands that held Bichen and walked a few steps forward. Seeing that he went toward Wen Ning with a sword in his hand, Wei WuXian thought that he was going to kill Wen Ning, Oh no. Don't tell me that Lan Zhan really pretended to be drunk so that he could kill Wen Ning after I summon him. Of course. Nobody actually gets drunk after just a bowl.

"I would never." said Lan Wangji.

"We are not sure. The future you are unpredictable sometimes." said Jiang Cheng.

"Good luck, Wei Wuxian." said Jin Zixuan.

He blurted, "HanGuang-Jun, listen to me..."

With a loud smack, Lan WangJi hit Wen Ning.

Wen Qing glared at Lan Wangji who is shocked of his actions in the future.

Lan Xichen smiled in amusement, reading his brother's expression.

The juniors jaw dropped seeing the scene. Their Hanguang-jun will never do such thing.