WangXian Forever Book 8

Chapter 7 Together

Wei Ying stifled another yawn. He could feel himself getting tired and sleepy, but there was still one more person they had to go and see.

"Let's go talk to Wen Ning. Just to give him a heads up. Then when we go to talk to the villagers, he'll be prepared." He said, hiding a yawn behind his hand.

Thankfully Lan Zhan didn't say anything despite the look of concern flashing in his golden eyes. They were already holding hands and so it was only a matter of wishing where they wanted to go and they were there.

Wen Ning had cleared his garden of all snow.

He stood up as soon as he sensed Wei Ying’s presence.

Wei Ying ran towards him and they hugged.

This feeling was like no other.

Wen Ning, such a simple soul and that in no way implied any derogatory suggestion towards his intelligence, it was the way he chose to live.

He had been through so much, had lost so much, yet he still found joy in among the sadness and pain from one part of his life. Now to add to his family of Wei Ying and A-Yuan, Lan SiZhui, he had Li Hua and Qing-Er, his son.

To this date, Wei Ying wasn't sure how it was possible, but it seemed his friend and Soul-Brother also had the ability to Attempt the Impossible.

Wen Ning was much taller than Wei Ying, his body enveloping Wei Ying’s in a greater capacity than in Wei Ying's old original body. Mo XuanYu was a slight person, less muscular and more sinewy, yet Wen Ning still felt his protective urge come to the forefront of his emotions whenever Wei Ying was around.

His friend, his Soul-Brother was a beacon of light in his dark times, and Wen Ning felt he would never be able to repay him for his gratitude.

For Wei Ying, Wen QiongLin represented the best thing, possibly even the only good thing to come out of a very dark, very difficult time. Not only was he a staunch supporter of Wei Ying, he had stood by him when Wei Ying had no one, not even Lan Zhan. Wen Ning loved him and it was reciprocated through their brotherly bond, and in spite of them not being blood-related, it was stronger than even his connection with Jiang Cheng.

Of this, Wei Ying was a hundred percent sure.

Wen Ning was younger than them when he had been brought back from being nearly dead, but even when he had been alive, Wei Ying was sure as granite was hard, that Wen Ning would never have forsaken him in place of his Sect, would never have denounced their relationship, would never have stabbed him, and certainly never blamed him for his sister's death.

He had not realised how much he missed this, missed being with Wen Ning until he was there in his arms, reliving the past. Perhaps he would always be a part of Wen Ning, and Wen Ning would always be a part of him, and Wei Ying knew he was okay with that.

"Gods, I've missed you." Wei Ying murmured, still holding him tight.

"As I have, you." Wen Ning's voice had not changed much since his transition.

He was still the same person, still the same innocent man who had still retained the best part of himself while atrocities were carried out to him and his family and their faction.

It was something only a mentally strong person could do.

"But Wei-Gonzei...you smell different...a little more like me." Wen Ning suddenly said.

Wei Ying stared at him. Was that why he had thought nothing of it?

Wen Ning before his transition from very much alive to nearly dead, used to smell of wildflowers and smoke, something Wei Ying was reminding himself of fire, the Wen’s specialist cultivation. Now he smelled cold and there was always a whiff of ... not decay...but something stagnant and unchanging.