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Chapter 1: Returning Home 02
"Forgetfulness or absent-mindedness! What are you doing? Get down quickly!"
"Elder brother! Has something happened to Wei Ying?" (staring intently)
"Calm down, don't get agitated."
"Elder brother!!!" (extremely serious)
"Hey, the day before yesterday, the Immortal Sect and many other sects went to the Burial Mounds."
"The restrictions at the Burial Mounds were personally set up by Wei Ying, they couldn't get up there."
"It was Grandmaster Jiang who led the charge."
Lan Wangji In an instant, his eyes seemed to split, with fine blood vessels filling his bright eyes. He understood the meaning, yet still held a glimmer of hope.
"Elder brother, tell me, where is Wei Ying now?"
Lan Xichen didn't know what to say, so he could only shake his head. Lan Wangji was so anxious that he knelt on the cold jade bed, grabbed his shoulders, and questioned again.
"Where is Wei Ying?"
" Wangji Lord Wei... was no longer there on that day."
"No longer there?" (momentarily lost in thought)
"After destroying half of the Yin Tiger Talisman, he suffered a backlash from the spirits."
"......"
Fingers, arms, chest, lips... These parts that are usually the easiest to control have become uncontrollable, trembling incessantly. Lan Wangji naturally refuses to believe what he has heard. In terms of cultivation, Wei Wuxian has no equal in this world. How could he be so easily destroyed, or meet such a cruel and heart-wrenching end.
He almost got up without thinking and reached for the dust cover by the bed. As soon as he got off the ground, he was about to head outside the cave, but was stopped by Lan Xichen.
"Forgetfulness or absent-mindedness, you are still injured."
"Elder brother, are you trying to stop me?"
"You are still seriously injured, how can I let you go with peace of mind."
"I must go."
" Wangji!" (slightly angry)
Lan Wangji stopped speaking and just gazed firmly at Lan Xichen. This expression made Lan Xichen involuntarily recall the sight of A-Zhan kneeling in the snow at the age of six. He knew that his younger brother had to go on this trip, so he slowly let go of his hand.
Without any obstruction, Lan Wangji took a step forward and walked with an urgent and meteoric speed as if he had never been injured, but he stopped at the corner of the cave entrance.
"Elder brother, I only have one question: How much did The Lan family participate in the siege?"
"....... The Lan family only went to the periphery of the chaotic burial mound and did not go up the mountain."
"How much did they participate?" (Voice became a bit heavy)
"Forgetfulness or absent-mindedness, you should understand that The Lan family is also a member of Immortal Sect and cannot act alone."
"Is it impossible to stand alone, or is it impossible to let go of the interests of the Immortal Sect?"
"......"
Lan Xichen dared not face this question, because it was a fact. As the head of the Gusu the Lan, he could never disregard the interests of thousands of people in the clan for the sake of individual, even if that person was his uncle, his brother, or even himself. In his position, he had no choice. When he came to his senses, Lan Wangji had already disappeared.
Once again, he sighed deeply. This whole ordeal, Lan Qiren would surely know about it, and Lan Wangji's injuries would probably become even more serious. After much consideration, Lan Xichen decided it was best to follow to the Burial Mounds first, to prevent his brother from going and never returning.
The departure of the two leaders of The Lan family from the Cloud Recesses is naturally a major event. A golden spirit butterfly concealed its form and flew out of the Cloud Recesses. In less than two hours, it appeared in a small courtyard in the western hall of the Golden Forest Platform.
"What's the direction to Yiling? Hm, interesting. Lord Hanguang might be too late to collect the corpse. Come here!"
"I'm here. What are your orders, Reverence for Fragrant Libation?"
"People from all over may not have spoken for a long time. Let's talk about Lord Hanguang's punishment of evil and his relentless pursuit of justice. Even though Ancestor Yiling is dead, he is still not at ease. He personally went to the Burial Mounds to clean up the remnants for the second time, vowing to never share the sky with Ancestor Yiling."
"Yes."
It has only been three days since the siege of the Burial Mounds, and the vast cultivation world is still immersed in the celebration of the eradication of Ancestor Yiling. They are now working on how to suppress the Burial Mounds again to prevent future troubles, and at the same time, leaving their own mark on this glorious pillar.
Regardless of the scheming of these unscrupulous individuals and sinister forces, due to the geographical barrier, the grass and water outside the Great Wall are completely unaffected by their malicious intentions, thriving in excellent condition. In the heart of the Qilian Mountains grasslands, a newly migrated small tribe has settled in and smoke rises steadily from their hearths after more than two months of arduous journey.
On a high stone platform not far away, a young man wearing a thick fur coat is observing the customary practice he has developed over these days—gazing at the sky and listening to the wind. Despite the thick coat, the young man's figure remains unusually thin, and the way he stretches his neck gives him the appearance of a solitary crane.
He lost a heart, every day in a daze, unwilling to think, not knowing what to think, just empty, empty, as if the sky blue and the earth green are all the colors in his world. Oh, and occasionally the golden eagles and the falcons flying by, clearly flying in the sky, but they are the colors of the earth.
Every day, the young man has to sit here for at least four or five hours, and he doesn't feel tired. He has to keep going until the voice that is completely opposite to him sounds far behind him. Compared to his lifelessness, that is the sound of vitality:
" Brother Xian! It's time to eat!"
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