Lan WangJi wrapped his right arm around Wei WuXian's waist and took up Bichen. Mounting the sword, the two of them landed on the boat. Wei WuXian's figure wavered slightly. He only spoke up after Lan WangJi steadied him, "What happened to Wen Ning? Didn't you say you were only going to take a look?"
Wen Ning, "I'm sorry, Young Master. It was my fault. I couldn't hold back from..."
Jin Ling turned the blade of the sword toward him and roared, "There's no need for you to act so pretentious!"
Wei WuXian, "Jin Ling, just put down the sword first!"
Jin Ling, "I won't!"
Wei WuXian was just about to speak again when Jin Ling suddenly broke into tears.
As he cried, all of the people had frozen solid. In confusion, Wei WuXian walked a step toward him, "What's... What's wrong?"
Even as tears streaked down his face, Jin Ling still shouted, sobbing, "This is my dad's sword. I won't put it down!"
What he hugged tightly in his arms was Jin ZiXuan's sword, Suihua. This sword was the only thing that his parents had left him.
Right now, Jin Ling, who cried so loudly in front of the crowd, could almost make him see what Jiang YanLi looked like as she bawled her eyes out in such extreme despair. Among the boys at Jin Ling's age, some had married already, and the older ones had already become fathers. To them, crying was quite the humiliating act. To cry before such a large crowd-just how frustrated did he feel?
For a while, Wei WuXian didn't even know what to do. He looked at Lan WangJi as if he was asking for help, but it was even less likely for Lan WangJi to know what to do. At this point, a voice came from across the river, "A-Ling!"
Around half-a-dozen larger boats surrounded the fishing boat that they were on. Every one of those boats was filled with cultivators, with one sect leader standing at the foremost. The YunmengJiang Sect's boat was at the right side of the fishing boat. It was the nearest, with no more than thirty metres between the two. The one who called was Jiang Cheng, who stood near the edge. Still teary-eyed, as soon as Jin Ling saw his uncle, he immediately wiped his face, sniffing. He looked here and there and finally made up his mind to fly over, landing at Jiang Cheng's side.
Jiang Cheng grabbed him, "What happened to you? Who did this to you?!"
Jin Ling rubbed his eyes roughly, refusing to speak up. Jiang Cheng lifted his head, casting a nasty look at the fishing boat. His cold glare passed by Wen Ning, just about to land on Wei WuXian as Lan WangJi stepped out and blocked Wei WuXian's silhouette, whether intentional or not.
One of the sect leaders was alarmed, "Wei WuXian, why are you on that boat?"
His doubtful tone, quite uncomfortable to the ear, made it clear that he thought Wei WuXian had ulterior motives.
Ouyang ZiZhen spoke, "Sect Leader Yao, why are you talking in such a tone? If Senior Wei really wanted to do anything, then I'm afraid none of us could be sitting on our boats as safely as we are now."
As soon as he said this, many of the older cultivators looked a bit awkward. Although it was the truth, nobody wanted to hear it spoken so frankly. Lan SiZhui immediately followed, "ZiZhen is right!" Many of the other boys agreed as well.
Jiang Cheng lowered his chin slightly, "Sect Leader OuYang."
Having been named, Sect Leader OuYang could feel his eyelids throb the way his heart did. He heard Jiang Cheng icily continue, "If I remember correctly, the one who spoke is your son, isn't he? He sure has a silver tongue."
