The day after they met Luo QingYang and her husband, the two arrived at a small town in Guangling.
Wei WuXian put his hand above his brows, peering at the flapping flags promising good wine, "Let's take a rest over there."
Lan WangJi nodded, and the two walked over, side-by-side.
After the night at Yunmeng's Guanyin Temple, Wei WuXian and Lan WangJi roamed around night-hunting along with Lil' Apple, being 'wherever the chaos was' as before. They'd visit wherever they heard was haunted by the creatures of the dark and deal with the disturbances, touring the region and getting to know the local customs while they were at it. Three months passed as such, with blissful freedom and no regard to matters of the cultivation world.
They went in the wine shop and sat down at a table in a plain little corner. A servant in the shop approached them. Seeing their appearance and bearing, along with the sword at Lan WangJi's waist and the flute at Wei WuXian's, he couldn't help but connect them with the two figures whose stories had been spread far and wide these days. But after he scrutinized them for quite a while, he still couldn't be sure, seeing that the white-clothed customer wasn't wearing the GusuLan Sect's forehead ribbon.
Wei WuXian asked for wine, and Lan WangJi ordered a few plates. Wei WuXian listened to his deep voice state the names of the dishes, with one hand propping up his cheek and another underneath the table, fingers wrapped around a snowy white ribbon. He had a big grin on his face. Only after the servant was gone did he begin, "So many of them are spicy. Can you eat them?"
Lan WangJi picked up a teacup from the table and took a sip, his voice calm, "Sit properly."
Wei WuXian, "There's no tea in the cup."
"..." Lan WangJi filled the teacup and took it to his lips again. A while later, he repeated, "... Sit properly?"
Wei WuXian, "I'm still not sitting properly? It's not like I'm putting my legs on the table like before."
After a moment of endurance, Lan WangJi spoke, "Do not put them elsewhere either."
Wei WuXian's expression looked confused, "Where did I put them?"
Lan WangJi, "..."
Wei WuXian, "You've got so many demands, Second Young Master Lan. How about you tell me how to do it?"
Lan WangJi put down the teacup and glanced at him. Smoothing out his sleeves, just as he was about to stand up and teach him properly, roars of laughter suddenly exploded from the table in the center.
One of the few sitting at the table gloated, "I knew Jin GuangYao had to plummet sooner or later with the things he did! I've been waiting for this day for so long, and now he's finally exposed, hah! One's deeds will be paid, one way or another-what goes around always comes around!"
Hearing this, Wei WuXian felt quite reminiscent. Both the tone and content of the criticism felt quite familiar, and only the target was changed. He couldn't help but pay attention. Another cultivator picked up his chopsticks and pointed, "As expected, there's no fault in those past sayings! Of the ones above, the cleaner they looked, the dirtier they were behind their backs!"
"That's right. There's not a single good one. No matter what 'venerated gentlemen' they are, is there a single one of them who's not wearing a second outer skin?"
Drinking large gulps of wine and swallowing large chunks of meat, another person spat, "Speaking of it, that SiSi used to be quite the well-known prostitute back in the days. With how old she is, I couldn't even recognize her. What a fucking hag. It was quite the torturous death for Jin GuangShan too, hahahahaha..."
