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Chapter 2: Old Faces

Wei WuXian weakly cracked his eyes open. He laid there, staring up at the unfamiliar ceiling that was far above him. It was a beautiful ceiling, built in a domed shape and made out of what looked like polished wood. It was grand, but it also felt...safe.

"Where are we?"

"What the hell happened?"

Voices began to pour into his ears and Wei WuXian recalled the memory. He gasped, sitting up and looking around him to see neither his husband nor his son. Frantically, Wei WuXian stood up, ignoring the fact that a bunch of people who had also been getting up stared at him in shock. Wei WuXian began to move, his robes following his movements. As he walked, he began to recognize a few faces. Cultivators. Everyone here was a cultivator.

Wei WuXian searched for any familiar robes, breaking into a beaming smile as he saw a familiar purple robes, "Jiang Cheng!!"

He ran forward, the male turning to him only to openly gape. Wei WuXian ignored him, gripping his brother's shoulders, "Did you faint too? Rush of energy? Because that's what happened at Gusu. Where is A-Yuan, he fainted as well and Lan Zhan! He was right next to me!"

Jiang Cheng just stared at him, face as pale as snow. Wei WuXian blinked, "What?"

"You-" Jiang Cheng couldn't speak before the two heard a familiar voice yell out.

"Sect Leader Jiang!!"

Both males turned over to the front part of the room, where they saw familiar faces standing with one another. Wei WuXian beamed when he saw his husband, son, nephew, Lan JingYi, his brother in law, his uncle in law, and even Ouyang Zizhen, Nie Huaisang, and Wen Ning were there. The two males quickly rushed towards them and Wei WuXian saw almost everyone stare at him with the same shock as Jiang Cheng.

The juniors looked confused, staring at him with questioning gazes. Wei WuXian found his husband and ran to him, "Lan Zhan!"

Lan WangJi snapped out of his daze, walking forward and pulling the other close, "Wei- Wei Ying?"

"HUH?!?!" The four juniors screamed.

Ouyang Zizhen choked, "That's senior Wei?!"

Wei WuXian pulled from the hug, "What do you mean by that? Of course I'm Wei WuXian! Can't you tell- Ah? Lan Zhan why are you closer to my face now?"

Lan WangJi just stared at him for a few seconds. Wen Ning broke the silence, "Young Master Wei-"

Wei WuXian froze and looked at his friend. He then gaped, jaw falling open as he saw Wen Ning looking- like he did before he died. He stuttered, "you're not- you're not dead!"

Wen Ning smiled, nodding a bit while the juniors turned to him and gaped, "This is your original body,"

Wen Ning nodded and then finished his words, "Young Master Wei, you're not in Mo XuanYu's body anymore,"

Wei WuXian squeaked in startlement, staring down at his robes. They were his, but not the ones he wore anymore. They were the robes he wore when he became the Yiling Patriarch. Wei WuXian reached up and touched his hair which was in a half-up, half down style. Stepping back out of shock, Wei WuXian quickly reached up and pulled back the top of his robes. Parting them, he choked when he saw the Wen brand mark on his chest.

"Lan Zhan..." Wei WuXian fixed his robes, dropping his hands and looked up helpless, "Lan Zhan this- my- I-"

"It's your old body," Lan Xichen muttered.

The juniors all gasped. Jin Ling walked forward and looked at his uncle with startlement. He then scowled, "Wow, our textbooks did you very wrong,"

"Wei WuXian?!"