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My (Martial) Uncle, apparently.

With Xue Yang fully tied up, Xiao Xingchen stopped his bleeding by pressing on his acupoints on the shoulders. His almost severed hand was beyond saving as it hung uselessly on the side, hanging by a thread, or rather a tendon.

Gu Wei cringed uncomfortably as his eyes landed on the mangled appendage. The sight of it was enough to send him running for a toilet at any given opportunity.

Ugh... I am going to vomit.

He buried his face further into Lan Wangji's, trying to block out the smell of blood and gore. It was getting hard not to throw up.

"Lan Zhan, can we just leave this place already?" He mumbled pleadingly; his voice muffled by the fabric covering Lan Wangji's chest.

Lan Wangji rubbed his back soothingly. "We will leave right after this ." He murmured in response. He still had some business with Xue Yang regarding the Yin Iron and that was the only reason he did not end the serial killer's life earlier.

"Okay." Gu Wei said, pursing his lips. 

Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes as he watched those untimely romance before him, holding in whatever remarks he wanted to hurl in his martial brother's way for acting like a delicate princess. Again, he valued his safety above all others.

"Who are you gentlemen?" Song Zichen asked the trio reverently.

Jiang Cheng was the first to introduce himself, putting his hands in front of him respectfully, "My name is Jiang Wanyin from Yunmeng Jiang."

Lan Wangji made his greeting politely, "Lan Wangji from Gusu Lan." He then turned to Gu Wei, who was by his side and said, "This is my partner, Wei Ying."

Gu Wei managed a small bow towards the two cultivators. "Wei Wuxian, Yunmeng Jiang." He muttered quietly.

"So, you are all disciples of the prominent clans. No wonder you are remarkably skilled." Xiao Xingchen praised them. "I am Xiao Xingchen. This is my partner, Song Lan."

"Bright moon and gentle breeze, Xiao Xingchen. Distant snow and cold frost, Song Zichen. Your kindness is known to us." Lan Wangji acknowledged their renowned titles with a bow.

Hmm, so Lan Zhan knows how to praise other people too... 

"You flatter us, Second Young Master Lan. We're not worthy of such praise." Song Lan said, bowing back at them.

"Your good deeds are famous among people. It's an honor to meet you." Jiang Cheng said in admiration.

Xue Yang chuckled as he listened to their conversation while being bound like a helpless mermaid caught by fisherman, "Ugh, I feel disgusted to see the so-called gentries being so hypocritical."

"You!" Jiang Cheng snapped but before he could say anything else, Xiao Xingchen raised his hand to stop him.

"Xue Yang has a notorious record at a young age and he is awfully cunning." Xiao Xingchen said, staring at Xue Yang before turning to the three, "He is responsible for the recent continuous massacres of these minor clans." He informed. "He might not be resisting for now but he will definitely escape when there is a chance. So, we must not be disarrayed by his words."

Lan Wangji checked his Qiankun pouch that contained the Yin Iron piece as it vibrated slightly, indicating the presence of another piece somewhere nearby. He then looked at Xue Yang and said sternly, "Hand it over."

"Hand what over?" Xue Yang said, grinning.

Lan Wangji's eyes were razor sharp as he stated, "The Yin Iron."

"I have no idea what you are saying." Xue Yang said, clearly lying through his teeth. "I just killed people. I never aimed for money. Doesn't matter if it's iron or gold, I have no wish for it."