He spoke in a low tone, "Who are you?"
The voice sounded extremely tired. He asked the question not only because he didn't know who the people in the room were, but also because he couldn't see anything.
A thick layer of white bandages wrapped around the man's eyes. He was probably blind. Not to mention, he was both blind and relatively good-looking. With a high nose bridge and thin lips that had the hue of a soft red, he could almost be described as handsome. He looked quite young as well, somewhere between a boy and a man, naturally gaining the sympathy of anyone who came across him.
Wei Wuxian wondered to himself, 'Why have I been meeting so many blind people in the past few days? Both heard and seen; both alive and dead.'
Suddenly, Jin Ling called out, "Hey. We still don't know who he is, whether he's friend or foe. Why should we save him without taking any considerations? If he's a bad guy, then wouldn't we be letting a snake in?"
Although this was indeed the case, it sounded rather awkward when spoken in such a frank tone right in front of the person himself. Strangely, the person wasn't angered and didn't appear to be worried that he'd be thrown out at all.
He smiled, revealing the small tips of two canine teeth, "Young Master, you're very right. It would be best if I leave."
Not expecting this sort of reaction at all, Jin Ling paused for a second. With no idea what to say, he hastily snorted.
Lan Sizhui hurried to mediate between the two, "But it is also possible that he is not a bad person. No matter what, not helping a dying person is against our sect's rules."
Jin Ling stubbornly continued, "Fine. You're the good guys. If someone dies, it's not my fault."
Lan Jingyi fumed, "You..." Before he could finish his sentence, it was as if the cat got his tongue.
It was because he saw the sword that the man propped up against the table. The black cloth wrapped around it had somewhat fallen off, and the body of the sword could be seen.
The sword was forged with unequaled skill. The sheath was in the color of bronze, with intricate patterns of frost hollowed out. Through the patterns, the body of the sword shone through as if it was made of silver stars, glistening with snowflake-shaped flecks of luminescence. There was a pure yet bright sense of beauty to it.
Lan Jingyi widened his eyes, as if he was about to blurt something out. Even though Wei Wuxian didn't know what he wanted to say, since the man covered his sword with black cloth, he clearly didn't want it to be seen. Instinctively not wanting to alert the stranger, he covered Lan Jingyi's mouth with one hand and put the index finger of his other hand to his lips, signalling for the similarly astonished boys to make no sounds.
Jin Ling mouthed two characters at him, then used his hand to write the two characters on the dust-covered table:
"Shuanghua"
... The Shuanghua sword?
Wei Wuxian mouthed his question, Xiao Xingchen's sword—Shuanghua?
Jin Ling and the rest nodded in confirmation.
The boys had never seen Xiao Xingchen himself, but "Shuanghua" was both rare and well-known. It was not only strong in spiritual power, but also looked stunningly intricate. It had been illustrated as part of countless versions of sword catalogues, which was why everyone knew of it.
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FanfictionWei Ying has died once. Twice if you count the day he was dropped into the burial mounds. He was someone who fought for what was right, but was wronged for it and his life was the cost. Now, a few years after everything had ended, With Jin Guangyao...
