A group of men circled a desk and watched as a talisman ignited, one of the men with a fan covering the lower half of their face spoke with hesitation, "Wei Xiong.. will this really work?"
The said man, wearing white robes and a forehead ribbon with cloud motifs on it simply bit his lower lip. On his right, a man in purple robes with a complicated expression responded instead, "We'll have to fuck around and find out", his voice was just as uneasy.
Just as he said that, the talisman fimished burning, but nothing happened.
"Wei Xiong.. We failed again" the Nie sect leader whined falling to his knees from where he stood in between Lan Xichen and Jiang Wanyin, the two simply watching as he fell with different expressions - blankness similar to Wangji's usual expression and disdain coupled with dissapointed, respectively.
The Lan and Jiang sect leaders than looked at the man sitting on the center of the table they circled, as though the Nie was unimportant, "So, it won't work?" Lan Wangji, who stood to the left of the sitted man was the one to ask, the man in question remained uncharacteristicly quiet.
Next to Lan Wangji was Lan Sizhui and the other three Juniors he was with whenever possible, and between the Lan Leader and Ouyang Zizhen, stood the ghost general completing the cirlce - all wearing aqually dissapointed expression, some more than others.
"Master Wei, we can always try again" the said general spoke seeing how quiet the shorter man was.
Wei Wuxian sighed, looking up at the group, Nie Huaisang still on the floor.
"Sorry for bringing your hopes up.. we really thought we had it this time" he said looking at the chief cultivator who now slowly stood up before nodding his head agreeing to the other's statement.
The room silently faced the two.
What led them here you ask?
Well, three years after the events at Guanyin temple, the world had been peaceful, Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian had a proper wedding that is still spoken of to this day a year prior. Nie Hauisang became chief cultivator a few months after tragedy reigned. Jin RuLan, who stood between Zizhen and Jingyi had become sect leader of the Jin sect around the same time. And Lan Xichen, who stood there even more quiet than his mirror image brother, notorious for being silent - had been in seclusion until a few months prior, currently retaking his duties from the said younger. Wuxian had become a teacher in the Lan sect, loved by all juniors and even elders warmed up to him, especially Lan Qiren who often invited him to chat and have tea.
Basically, the three years had been very eventful, but to the group who currently hogged Wuxian's study, it had been a suffocating period aswell.
Jin Ling had just turned 16, but had already been sect leader for three years - his older friends could barely ever see him anymore and could only try to understand his frustration.
Lan Yuan had been plagued with memories of his past, he would blame himself for actions of the Wen clan despite constant affirmations from all, he would cry from nighmares and remeber the concentration camps and the slaughter of his family - all bad memories came flodding soon after he saw chengqing, and refused to not burden him.
Jingyi and Zizhen became increasingly tired with all that their friends suffered, the four stuck together no matter what despite this. And when time travel was brought up, they were the first to incentivate the chief and their favourite senior to continue their plan despite Lan Qiren's initial fear.
As for the older cultivators, of course they agreed without a question, only they knew how much they suffered,
How long Jiang Cheng spent in the ancestral hall burning incense whenever he wasn't helping Jin Ling or taking care of his own sect.
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