The Untamed Series 3: Love Affair (Under Revision)

Third Met: Unmasked

Third Person POV

Lan Wangji stood at the entrance of Cloud Recesses, gratitude filling his heart for the enigmatic ally who had come to his aid.

The name Weiying lingered on his lips, a reminder of the invaluable support he had been blessed with.

Yet, there was a sense of familiarity surrounding Weiying that had Wangji questioning his origin.

As he stood there, his mind began to wander, retracing his memories of encounters in different parts of the cultivation world.

Suddenly, a flash of recognition hit him like a bolt of lightning.

The realization dawned on him that the mysterious lad he had met in Yingqing a week ago, amidst the mountainous landscapes, bore a striking resemblance to Weiying.

The familiar voice, the captivating presence-it all fell into place.

Flash back

In the tranquil mountains of Yinqing, bathed in the soft hues of the afternoon sun, Wuxian traversed the rugged terrain after completing his night-hunt.

As he meandered near a cliff, a sense of serenity enveloped him, the crisp mountain air filling his lungs as he paused to take in the breathtaking view.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sudden appearance of a figure clad in black, emerging from the depths of the dense forest on the other side of the cliff. The black clothed guy has a sword gleaming in his hand.

The black-clad individual, their identity obscured by distance, seemed to be in a desperate bid to escape, the tension palpable in the air.

Wei Wuxian's curiosity piqued as he observed the unfolding scene before him.

As the Jin disciples closed in on the mysterious figure, their mocking laughter echoed through the mountain, a chilling prelude to the impending confrontation.

"Come now, Lan Wangji," one of the Jin disciples called out, the name sending a jolt of recognition through Wei Wuxian.

"Surrender peacefully and give us what Clan Leader Jin seeks. There is no escape for you now."

Lan Wangji tightened his grip on his sword, bichen, his gaze flickering briefly to the yawning abyss behind him before returning to meet the menacing gazes of the Jin disciples.

With a somber resolve etched on his features, he spoke, his voice devoid of emotion.

"Farewell," he stated coldly, his words hanging heavy in the air like an ominous prophecy.

And with a fluid and graceful movement that betrayed no hint of hesitation or a moment's pause, Lan Wangji flung himself off the cliff's edge, disappearing into the depths below, leaving a stunned silence in his wake.

As Wei Wuxian observed the scene unfold with a curious mix of intrigue and wonder, the head disciple's expression twisted in disbelief and frustration.

"We must ensure that he is truly gone. Descend the cliff and confirm it!" he commanded, the urgency in his voice cutting through the tension.

The Jin disciples obediently moved to carry out their leader's orders.

As they turned, their eyes widened in fear at the sight of a mysterious figure cloaked in black and red robes, a harbinger of impending danger.

They realize that they are facing none other than the notorious Yiling Patriarch, the Clan Leader of the Yiling Wei Sect—the enigmatic Wei Wuxian himself, who had made the secluded Yiling his domain.