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Lan Wangji felt a great turmoil in his heart, and his spiritual power began to surge uncontrollably within his body. The overwhelming spiritual pressure made it difficult for Nie Huaisang to bear, and he shouted with all his might, "Lan Wangji!"
Lan Wangji only then realized that he was almost losing control, forcibly activating his golden core, and took a while to calm down the surging spiritual power before apologizing softly.
"Master Nie Er, I'm sorry, I lost my composure."
"No need, I believe Lord Hanguang also has sincere feelings."
Lan Wangji did not delve into the hidden probing beneath the words "sincere feelings," and was about to bid farewell without further discussion. However, it seemed that Nie Huaisang was not planning to let him off easily.
"Lord Hanguang just left like that, don't you want to know who really harmed Brother Wei?"
"Jiang, Wan, Yin."
"(Sneering) Grandmaster Jiang is nothing more than a clumsy knife, easily grasped by the handle."
"......"
"Brother Wei once said a sentence to me."
"......"
"Wei said, in the end, it all came true as predicted. He damaged his body and his character, all as a result of his departure from the right path."
What is 'killing the heart'? This is killing the heart.
"Wei Ying, this path harms the body and corrupts the mind."
"Once you go down this path, it's truly deviating from the right way, with no turning back."
These two sentences both came from his mouth, and now he can still remember the scene at that time. He never imagined that his supposedly caring words would become Wei Wuxian's final death sentence. No! It can't be like this! How could he have become an accomplice in killing Wei Wuxian! Wei Ying must have been very disappointed in him during those last days, right?
"Lord Hanguang, the person has already left, you don't need to blame yourself. I believe Brother Wei wouldn't blame you. He's the kind of person who only blames himself for everything and never blames others. It's a pity that such a person cannot be tolerated in this world."
"Wei Ying......really...." (choking up)
"After the siege, I did look for it. I'm sure Lord Hanguang did too, but... (sigh) it's gone, everything's gone. It ended up living up to its name as a mass grave, buried haphazardly."
"......"
"What we can do now is to prevent Wei from being further disgraced after his death."
"What do you mean?"
"Lord Hanguang also said that I have been investigating the Lanling Jin."
"What did you find out?"
"Lanling City, forty miles to the west, Lord Hanguang, why not go and see for yourself, maybe you can find some old friends. Oh, I shouldn't say that, after all, some people are no longer human."
Lan Wangji immediately understood Nie Huaisang's implied meaning. Even though he was always calm, he was suddenly shocked, but at the same time, a surge of anger rose within him. Wenning didn't die! Back then, Jin Guangshan used Wenning to kill Jin Zixuan to attack Wei Wuxian, then took advantage of the situation after the Sunshot Campaign to launch a major battle among the hundred sects, and then besieged the Burial Mounds. Now, the fuse that should have long been extinguished, Wenning, is still alive. There must be a conspiracy. Maybe, maybe...
"Lanling over there, I'll go check."
"Then I'll await the good news from Lord Hanguang."
After speaking, Lan Wangji turned to leave, but was stopped by Nie Huaisang.
"Lord Hanguang, please wait."
Nie Huaisang turned around and went behind the screen. After a rustling sound, he took out a long wooden box. The box was painted black with a gold border, clearly well-preserved by its owner.
"Take it."
"This is..."
"If we want to implicate Lord Hanguang and conspire with me, of course we have to give Lord Hanguang some benefits."
"No need, I am doing this for Wei Ying."
"If it's because of Brother Wei, then Lord Hanguang should accept it even more."
Nie Huaisang didn't hesitate either, and directly stuffed the wooden box into Lan Wangji's hands, attaching a specially made tiger head jade pendant. Then he returned to his usual elegant and carefree appearance and walked away quickly.
Lan Wangji for unknown reasons, suppressed his restlessness, but in the moment of opening the wooden box, he froze. The large hands that were always wielding a sword to slay evil spirits trembled involuntarily.
Lying quietly in the wooden box was a headband, not new, with several frayed edges and even a few dark marks, likely bloodstains. This was Wei Wuxian's headband. At just one glance, it blazed red, scorching like a real fire into Lan Wangji's heart, yet it could no longer illuminate his inner world.
"Wei Ying......"
Tears fell, and my heart, no matter what, could never find peace again, because there is no home to return to.
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