Legacies

Chapter Twenty-Seven: This is not it.

When Zizhen got out of the chamber, he saw Jingyi sitting near the table with a cup of tea. He suck in a breath, gathering all the courage he could have.

“Jingyi!“ He called out. Zizhen grabbed the nearest object in nervousness which turned out to be a knife.

He yelped in pain, throwing the knife on the floor. How the hell did this knife get there?!

Oh right… Earlier when he fought with Li Jie, before Wang Faxu and Xiumin came, Zizhen ran after Li Jie with a knife then placed it without thinking.

Zizhen was cursing his face. His palm was all bloody from a huge cut.

Jingyi's eyes widened as soon as he saw the blood dripping out. He left his tea and ran towards Zizhen.

“How did you even manage to do this?“ Jingyi asked. Seeing that the blood was not going to stop anytime soon, he tore off his sleeve and wrapped Zizhen's hand.

Zizhen felt himself being overwhelmed. His heart ached. Without even noticing, his tears fell. Quiet sobbing gradually started to be loud.

Jingyi gasped. He didn't think Zizhen would be the kind of guy who'd cry by a simple cut from a kitchen knife. He is a cultivator for Yunmeng's sakes!

“We're back—Oh my gosh! Why the fuck are you crying?!“

Both of them looked at the newcomers. It seemed Li Jie and Ye Xiang were back from their date.

The two boys dropped their grocery bags on the floor and walked towards Zizhen who seemed to cry harder after seeing them.

Ye Xiang looked at Jingyi in hopes of some answer but Jingyi just shrugged in confusion.

Li Jie carefully looked at Zizhen up and down. He noticed the bloody cloth on Zizhen's hand and the knife on the floor.

“Don't tell me…Are you really fucking crying because you cut your hand?“ Li Jie asked, weirded out by his friend.

At this exact time, Wang Faxu and Xiumin walked in. Zizhen gasped loudly at their presence and pointed his finger at them.

“I thought you two were supposed to be dead!“ He cried out.

Wang Faxu frowned in confusion. “Zizhen, I'm not dead. Why the fuck are you crying at?“ He said.

Xiumin remained motionless. He didn't feel the need to say anything. However, Zizhen wasn't going to let him off the hook easily.

He pushed Li Jie out of his way and walked towards Xiumin. He then grabbed both of Xiumin's shoulders and yanked him on the floor.

“…”

“What the fuck?! Why did you do that?“ Xiumin yelled. He rubbed his elbow in pain and looked up at Zizhen.

Not getting enough satisfaction from this, Zizhen again grabbed the nearest thing which, this time, turned out to be a flower pot made from muddy soil.

Before Wang Faxu could stop him, Zizhen grabbed it by the plant and yanked the pot directly on Xiumin's head.

Blood was coming out from Xiumin's head. This felt like a deja-vu.

Li Jie was too shock to even say anything. He just stood by the wall for support. Ye Xiang fell on his knees, gaping as he saw his friend in such situation. This was a deja-vu to him.

Jingyi quickly ran to Zizhen's side. He yanked the broken flower pot from his hand and dragged Zizhen out of the house before anything escalate.

Wang Faxu took Xiumin in his arms, praying that this time, he shouldn't be late. Xiumin doesn't pursue any cultivation, he doesn't have a golden core or anything of this kind.