The Untamed 2: The Unlikely Hero -Book 1-3

41. Things

CHAPTER 41

Wei Wuxian stood impatiently standing at the doorway to the main hall of Lotus Pier, Sword Hall. The giant stained wood columns were perfect to support him leaning on them. He had a feeling of deja vu as he stood there so many times as a young child, watching his family interact with each other.

Where in the heck was Jiang Cheng? It was never like his brother to be late for anything, especially since he became a sect leader.

No one had seen him since he went off by himself that morning. Wei Wuxian's hand clenched and unclenched as he tried to act as if he wasn't a giant ball of nerves as he stood waiting, shifting from one foot to the other.

"So rude to not even show up for your own meeting..." A random elderly voice rose over the small talk behind him, and coughed loudly.

Many grumbles began to echo around the hall as all the cultivators from the different sects that were sitting at their individual tables all lined in order and perfectly set up with tea as the servants of Lotus Pier rushed around silently. They all looked nervous as well.

Wei Wuxian began to chew his lip in annoyance as the grumbling and backhanded comments continued.

It was always like this. He hated this so much. It made him beyond exhausted trying to rein in his mouth and stop himself from speaking up. He had promised Lan Zhan and his brother though.

He. Would. Not. Say. Any. Thing.

"If he isn't even going to show up for his own meeting what is the point of us all being here then?" A man with an unusually hulking build and jet black hair said, stroking his beard.

Wei Wuxian tried with all his might to hold his tongue but the comment brought fire to his eyes and he turned around, his fists clenched, knuckles white.

"The point of everyone being here is to figure out how to defeat this demon that is killing our fellow people. Or did you forget that that is what we do as cultivators?"

Clan Leader Yao, the one who had just spoken, coughed violently on the tea he had just sipped. He stared incredulously at Wei Wuxian and his face flushed brilliant red.

"Wei Ying." Lan Zhan looked at him and shook his head. It wasn't worth the fight.

Wei Wuxian pursed his lips as he stared at Lan Wangji. Of course he was right...Yao wasn't worth the fight...

Clan Leader Yao finished choking on his tea, beating his chest as he tried to compose himself to respond. "You...you..." He had barely begun to talk when they heard running footsteps and a winded Jiang Cheng appeared at the base of the steps to Sword Hall.

Jiang Cheng didn't even look at him as he ran up the steps and into the room. Wei Wuxian could see the faint blush on his cheeks, and he didn't know if that was from him running or, something else?

"I apologize for my tardiness. I was taking care of...some issues." Jiang Cheng bowed low to each of the sects.

More grumbling was heard but everyone bowed in response.

"Nice of you to join us for your own meeting." Someone coughed under their breath.

Jiang Cheng whirled around quickly trying to see who had said it. But everyone looked nervously around, some hid their faces, most looked around also trying to see who had said it.

"Either way I am here now. Please fill me in on what I have missed." Jiang Cheng's obvious irritation layered his voice.

"You missed nothing as we were all waiting for you to grace us with your presence." An irritated voice coughed out once again. This time coming from the other side of the room.