{𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒}
Wei WuHui, the Yiling Matriarch, perished after the whole cultivation world had a siege in the Burial Mounds that she has took refuges.
𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝟭𝟯 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗴𝗼.
But 𝐖...
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'Ugh...so much resentful energy...it stinks' was the first thing Wei WuHui thought after she ventured into Mingshi. Covering her nose with one of her sleeve as she walked in further to where the main source were causing havoc.
As she came closer to the chaos, Wei WuHui finally saw the wreckage.
Smack in the middle was the demonic arm that she, Mo XuanYu and the Juniors had encountered back in Mo Manor. Several Lan elders laid on the ground, unconscious, that includes Lan QiRen. Then, her eyes moved over to the three figures that were still standing strong.
Lan XiChen was facing toward her as he played his spiritual Xiao, Liebing. Lan WangJi was on his right with his Guqin, WangJi on his lap and lastly and certainly not least, Wei WuHui could feel her eyes tearing up as sitting on Lan XiChen's left was her beloved twin brother, Wei WuXian.
'He's alive...breathing...Gege' Wei WuHui chuckled wetly as she watched her twin played a bamboo dizi with blue tassel hanging from it, noticing how similiar it looked like to her charcoal-black dizi, Chenqing.
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The black resentful and blue spiritual energies battled each other in the room as the three cultivators struggled to contained the huge amount of resentful energy that the arm was omitting.
Then, a glimpse of white and red came into view as Lan XiChen gasped softy, him finally noticing that it was Wei WuHui as she strolled over a spot where Lan QiRen was previously sitting before he knocked out cold as she sat down in front of the elder and began playing on the makeshift dizi that she took from Lan XiChen's secret stash.
"Xiongzhang..." Lan WangJi spoke, his eyes widened slightly as he took notice of Wei WuHui.
"We should remain focusing on the task. We can discuss this after." Lan XiChen stated firmly before he resumed his playing. Lan WangJi soon joined.
Meanwhile, Wei WuXian silently stared at the woman that just joined him, his husband and brother-in-law with interest but didn't stop playing the dizi.
Wei WuHui's own red resentful energy joined the battle as red and blue fought to surpassed the black energy of the arm's.
