Whenever he wished to change the past, only one thing remained unchanged - he became a dark cultivator. His soul has endured so much hoping to find peace.... Sometimes he managed to find it in the arms of Lan Wangji, sometimes he went to unknown lan...
It had not even been five minutes since she had invited Wen Ruohan to her pavilion, just to have some tea, when suddenly a strange haunting sense had overtaken her mind. She was aware that the dark energy within her had stirred up again and decided to play out in her mind some spectacle that was somehow too familiar to her. Wei Ying wasn't pleased with what was happening in her visions.
She didn't like that the young man sitting opposite had chosen the path of tyranny in the hope of leading the entire cultivation world. That Wen Ruohan was insolent and arrogant, rarely praised anyone and had no pity for anyone, not even his own children. That Wen Ruohan had shed a lot of blood to rise to the top and just at the same time die at the hands of young heirs whose names Wei Ying didn't know. That Wen Ruohan had left destruction and death afterwards... and a legacy that she had failed to keep safe.
Was this someone's wicked joke?
This Wen Ruohan she was seeing before her was nothing like the one in her visions. This Wen Ruohan was... completely different. Unhappy. Tired. Broken. There was no room for joy in his faded eyes, only a tiny longing to escape somewhere and free himself from his burdens.
These eyes were so familiar to her.
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When the tea was hot, Wei Ying poured it into porcelain cups and offered one to her guest. Wen Ruohan nodded faintly in gratitude, sniffed and cautiously sipped one sip. Damn, he didn't think she was trying to poison him, did he?
Young Master Wen seemed to think so at first, but later his face relaxed and the shadow of a faint smile reflected on his lips. It was as if a heavy weight had dropped from his tensed shoulders. Midnight tea indeed had a fabulous effect on relaxing body and spirit.
"This one thanks Wei-guniang, your tea is magnificent,"
Wei Ying's heart sank at the sound of his smooth, velvet voice. Before she knew it, the girl was shyly smiling at her guest.
"I hope you are feeling a little better. Tomorrow... today is going to be a hard day,"
"Yes... Our sect had no thought of coming, but the Lord Wen has suddenly decided that he is anxious to see the Wei leader. Perhaps he intends to go on a joint night hunt with our disciples,"
"Oh, so that's it," Wei Ying felt pleased that the Wen heir appeared bolder to talk, "I think that would be good. Besides, our scouts have managed to pick up the trail of the hellhounds - they're headed for the southern settlements. You'll have a chance to meet them face to face,"
"You won't participate?"
"I... I don't know... after that time, Grandfather forbade the junior disciples to participate in big hunts until the situation with those creatures from the cursed mountain is resolved,"
