Jiang Cheng tossed the wooden plate on the ground. Jin Zixuan raised his brows and scoffed. He sipped from his tea-cup.
"So...that guy, he's back?" Jin Zixuan asked.
"Yes he is, apparently..." His expression deepened.
"Hm..." Zixuan sighed.
"I saw him, at the marketplace of Qinghe. He was with...Xiao XIngcheng."
"Him? When was the last time he..."
"At the Sunshot campaign."
"He was present?"
"As far as I remember, he helped."
"Was Xue Yang present?" The air densed a bit.
"He helped us during that time. Yes he did, but he..." Jiang Cheng placed his cup down and it broke.
"Then we got to know of the massacre, good lord."
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NARRATION OF BEFORE YEARS
Part-1: Candied Hawthorne
News spreads fast especially if it has something to do with those superior clans. The Lan Clan of Gusu, the Jiang Clan of Yunmeng, the Nie Clan of Qinghe and the Jin Clan of Lanling. But news spreads even faster when the Wen Clan of Qishan is included as well.
That year, I distinctly remember the ruckus. I watched them when I felt rather bored searching for the remaining shards of Yin iron. And it always entertained me. But the most entertaining and exquisite of them all had to be Second Childe Lan: Lan Wangji.
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I had long got used to getting beaten up.
It had become a routine. In Kuizhou that is how it is: I wake up in a ramshackle, smile a bit of radiance, get bored, do shit, get beaten up, go to sleep. The days become mundane and long. And when things get a bit too sluggish I do some tinkering with crafts and spiritual devices. I steal them from cultivators. Sometimes I get caught sometimes I don't.
It was going to be the same even today. The ramshackle is warm. There is hay for my bed and a cloth I use as a blanket. The walls are adorned with scrape posters and paper I collected on the street. This, I don't have to steal. I hadn't set up what I was going to do the day but I knew how it would unfold and I had the least care for that.
The rooftop's tin heaved with dust and cobwebs. It felt rather too tiresome.
I jolted up at an idea on how to get started on the day. I grinned. I was going to trouble auntie Su on the street. I was going to make sure this time, her shop would completely and utterly be destroyed.
I put on my outer robe, grabbed my satchel and set off, feeling light and heroic.
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"BAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" I laughed and ran as fast as I could away from auntie Su's stall. I had managed to run a cart through that hag's stall. At the thought of all the damage, I smiled and laughed. The cart driver was running after me. I quickly picked up pace. "YOU CAN'T CATCH ME." I yelled.
I ran and ran until I took a quick turn and hid in an alleyway. "That stupid...THAT DELINQUENT!" I heard the driver complaining. I sat against the wall of the alleyway and breathed in a gush of air to pacify my lungs.
The alleyway was grim and smelled foul, but I was used to these smells, at night I used to sleep in various alleys as a kid. I opened my satchel and pulled out a pouch full of water. I drank it. When I was younger I remember looking at the deep night and admiring the iridescent moon in those alleyways. It was a beautiful sight, I had always wondered whether or not we could live on the moon. Perhaps, if we could, there wouldn't be that many orphaned children on Earth. And hopeless poets, they'd all move to the moon.
I fell asleep with these thoughts racing in my head.
But soon I awoke to a light nudge on my shoulder and a strained voice. "Young man...could you help me out? I seem to have lost my way to my inn."
"Who the..." I looked at the person with that irritating voice. It was an old crinkled hag. I was about to open my mouth in snide commentary when suddenly, I couldn't anymore. I got up.
"Of course granny, I am happy to help." I started asking the old woman how the inn looked like, held her hand and started guiding her to it. After what seemed like hours, she reached her inn, while I was rather far away from the ramshackle.
"Oh thank you so much young man." She smiled. Then surprisingly, she pulled out what seemed like a candied hawthorne from her purse, it was wrapped in cloth and she handed it to me. "I don't have much with me, could you accept this from me to repay your kindness?" I felt a warm flutter dance in my chest, I smiled back at the woman and accepted it. I had a sweet tooth and if someone offered me candy I would take it, though it was in forever that could ever happen.
"No problem granny I'll take my leave now." I was feeling different, extremely different from the usual I feel. I was feeling...gratification. Gratefulness. I was grateful...I laughed.
But all those fluttery feelings vanished once I got to my ramshackle. I looked in horror as it had been set on fire. Those bitch people...
They took away from me what little I had to call home. It burned and smoked the atmosphere till it was reduced to ash. All the while I watched while eating the candied hawthorne.
From then on I learned a valuable lesson: to never help people out and humanity is shit and nothing can be done...
Either way, days went on by. They were tougher and my boredom hopelessly increased each day. So I set off and left Kuizhou to everyone's relief and ended up in Qishan. I was assigned a job, which I never had. It was searching for the shards of Yin iron for Wen Ruohan. I promised him power and in return he would give me vengeance.
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I got that vengeance, Chang Clan got massacred. But after so, I was reduced to boredom again! Until I met him...
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