Wei Wuxian | Wei Ying |

Years had passed by since the Sunshot campaign succeeded, years had passed since the massacre at the nightless city, and years had passed since Wei Wuxian's death. Everybody seemed to get over him quickly, as if he never existed, remembering him only as an evil cultivator that the cultivation world had finally gotten rid of. Though, one person never forgot. Lan Wangji. And now, as he stood in the forests of Dafan Mountain, hearing the same melody he'd played for Wei Wuxian all those years ago in the cave at the Muxi mountain, Lan Wangji is certain that his old friend— the one he loved— had come back.

Wei Wuxian | Wei Ying |

Years had passed by since the Sunshot campaign succeeded, years had passed since the massacre at the nightless city, and years had passed since Wei Wuxian's death. Everybody seemed to get over him quickly, as if he never existed, remembering him only as an evil cultivator that the cultivation world had finally gotten rid of. Though, one person never forgot. Lan Wangji. And now, as he stood in the forests of Dafan Mountain, hearing the same melody he'd played for Wei Wuxian all those years ago in the cave at the Muxi mountain, Lan Wangji is certain that his old friend— the one he loved— had come back.

It hadn't taken long for Wei Wuxian to get used the feeling of being in Mo Xuanyu's body. He fell into his role rather quickly, behaving as a lunatic, just how everybody seemed to describe Mo Xuanyu as.

Yet, now that he stood in this forest of Dafan Mountain, along with the juniors from the Gusu Lan Clan and Jin Clan, having to face the statue of the Heavenly Maiden, Wei Wuxian has no choice but to resort to his demonic cultivation.

Bringing the bamboo flute he'd made out of scratch to his lips, he began blowing in it. The sound is scratchy, but it would do, as long as there's qi infused in it. He summoned whichever corpse he could. Only when the corpse came before his eyes did he notice that the corpse was none other than the Ghost General— Wen Ning, his old friend.

While the statue of the Heavenly Maiden was defeated, the soul captured, Wen Ning was still here. It wasn't safe for him to be here, people would do anything to capture him.

Wei Wuxian tried recalling any melody, any tune that would be softer enough to calm Wen Ning, to get him out of here. A blurry memory comes forth, of him and— someone else— white robes, in what seemed like a cave.

Wei Wuxian didn't have the time to think about it. From memory, he began blowing into the flute, playing the tune and making Wen Ning follow him.

Though before he could get Wen Ning out of there, Wei Wuxian bumped into someone— a chest. He looked up and his grey eyes met golden ones. The person was holding his wrist, stopping him from playing. He couldn't stop— he had to get Wen Ning out.

Once more, with some effort, Wei Wuxian brought the flute to his lips again, the person's hand still wrapped around his wrist. Wei Wuxian blew again, a different melody than the one he'd used earlier, and a few seconds later, Wen Ning hopped onto a tree and disappeared into the forests.

The flute fell from Wei Wuxian's hands to the ground at last, and the person's hand left his wrist.