Jin Ling, Lan Sizhui, Lan Jingyi and Ouyang Zizhen were walking through the back mountains of the Cloud Recesses. Although gossip was forbidden, there has been rumours lately that the back mountains were haunted.
The boys did not believe them even for a second. The place the rumours were mentioning was way too close to the Jingshi where the Chief cultivator and his husband were living. No haunting would get past them.
But the boys were curious. It was also said that whoever it was, could not be bad.
Soon, they head a sound of flute. It was very clear and beautiful. So much so that they all stopped to listen to it. It was enchanting.
Lan Sizhui was the first to find his will to move. He already had a pretty good idea what was going on and why people would not come to the back mountains and disturb the flute player.
For there, near the waterfall, Senior Wei was playing for his husband who was sitting nearby with his eyes closed and a small smile on his lips. The picture looked peaceful and ethereal.
Lan Sizhui took his friends away to let his parents enjoy their special moment.
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The Untamed - book of drabbles
FanfictionA collection of drabbles/ficlets from the world of The Untamed and Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation on various themes. Lately, I wanted to try improving my writing so I picked up several drabble and ficlets challenges. This is my first attempt at...
