When the cave that was vibrating with noise had finally calmed down, Lan WangJi turned to Wei WuXian, "You can continue."
Flames of rage surged within Su She's eyes, but his lips were sealed tightly shut. His throat felt dry as well. Compared to the anxiousness of being unable to open his mouth and attack Wei WuXian, what bothered him more was the shame of having been subdued by Lan WangJi. He repeatedly scratched his throat with his finger, trying to lift the spell, but it was to no use. He could only look across at Lan QiRen. However, with a cold expression on his face, Lan QiRen didn't move at all. Originally, Lan QiRen was entirely able to lift the spell, and if a Lan Sect senior was the one who lifted the spell, out of respect, Lan WangJi definitely wouldn't put the spell on him again. Unfortunately, many conflicts had passed between the MolingSu Sect and the GusuLan Sect, and thus as of the moment Lan QiRen didn't seem like he was going to lift the spell for him at all.
The people finally realized what was going on. It seemed that whenever someone tried to argue with Wei WuXian, Lan WangJi would seal their lips. The crowd became as quiet as winter cicadas. That being said, at such times, there would always be warriors unscared of death who'd speak up, mocking, "Wei WuXian, you really are the YiLing Patriarch, aren't you? How assertive of you. So you're trying to stop people from saying anything?"
Wei WuXian, "How strange."
Lan SiZhui, "Senior Wei, what is strange?"
Wei WuXian, "Sect Leader Su, he's been acting strange ever since quite a while ago. Back when the corpses surrounded us, he encouraged those who lost their spiritual powers to not seek shelter and instead hurry to their deaths, and now he's stopping me from asking him anything. On top of those, he's been trying to irritate me, as if he's scared that you'll live a moment longer. What does this mean? Is this the way to be a good ally?"
Now that Wei WuXian mentioned it, many of the people began to grow suspicious-Sect Leader Su really did seem to be a bit too talkative today. But since nobody else said anything, they didn't say anything either, and everyone chose silence out of caution. The other portion of the people began to think about the things that they did before and when they came up the mountain. Wei WuXian looked at the disciples of the MolingSu Sect, standing quite far from the GusuLan Sect's disciples. Even more, the latter wasn't even willing to spare the former a single glance. The more he looked, the odder he found it to be.
He whispered to Lan WangJi, "HanGuang-Jun, let me ask you-both the GusuLan Sect and the MolingSu Sect cultivate through music, and both Gusu and Moling are in the Jiangnan region, not far away from each other. Generally speaking, shouldn't you be friendly with each other? Why do I feel like the sects don't have a good relationship?"
Lan SiZhui and Lan JingYi wriggled their way over. As Lan JingYi heard this, he raised his voice, "Of course they do not have a good relationship!"
Lan WangJi, "The MolingSu Sect was a branch of the GusuLan Sect."
Wei WuXian, "What?"
Lan SiZhui covered Lan JingYi's mouth, whispering, "Senior Wei, you might not know this. The MolingSu Sect was the sect that a foreign disciple built after he broke away from the GusuLan Sect. But because of where he studied, his sect's techniques tend to be similar to the those of the GusuLan Sect's. They cultivate through music as well. Even the sect leader Su She's first-class spiritual weapon is a seven-stringed guqin like HanGuang-Jun's."
Quite speechless, Wei WuXian turned around to look at the dark-faced Su She. Lan JingYi struggled his way out of Lan SiZhui and grumbled, "Not only that, it gets even more peculiar! Sect Leader Su... Fine, I know I have to be quiet! Sect Leader Su not only learns everything, but he is also quite annoyed by others saying that he is imitating our HanGuang-Jun-he gets angry at once. How could such a person exist in this world?!"
