Wei Ying's destroyed heart (Complete) Edited

9: Lan XiChen's request answered

After Lan XiChen landed on the outskirts of town the next morning, with six juniors of which included SiZhui and JingYi, he stood waiting as his mind turned over.

'Zewu-Jun ... how long will you wait for Wei WuXian?' SiZhui asked softly so his anxiety didn't show too much.

'Until he arrives ... or ... I will return tomorrow and wait again.'

'We will come each day with you.' JingYi watched the road ahead expecting the black and red robes to come into view at any moment.

'You do not need to do this ... it was us at the head of the sect that enforced the rule about Wei WuXian.'

'Zewu-Jun, we willingly followed and it was all caused by that man.'

'That's right; none of us juniors blame you.' SiZhui again raised his voice.

'I blame me ... as WangJi blames himself ... as Uncle blames himself also ... and those who guarded him blame themselves for the kicks and punches the delivered. No words will be able to remove our guilt so we must work our way through this emotion by doing all we can to bring Wei Ying back to the fold and do it with open arms.'

'And so we will.' JingYi said with a smiled that began to form.

Meanwhile, for the past three hours Wei Ying had been watching the group not move and gave no indication of leaving. Each just stood there with perfectly straight backs, and waited ... for him ... for him to go over there and talk with them.

Let them stand there.

Let them wait.

Let them suffer.

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Let them ....

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Let ......

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Wei Ying sighed and realised he had already decided what he would do and it was not to sit here watching that sect and it's leader from a distance ... also, it was not to turn tail and run away ....

There was one way to make them see ... No, that is wrong, he wanted to make them suffer ... he will do it his way.

He fist gripped his sword with a death grip then used it to go over and land twenty feet away.

Yes, over the past two and a half years, he had managed to somehow cultivate that pathetic little gold core he had inherited from Mo, and now it seemed to glow more powerfully than his old one.

How this had happened he didn't know because he knew it took daily training and meditation to cultivate and he had barley done any cultivation meditation for anything other than to grow his hate, not to cultivate his core, but there is sat, his new golden core, shining bright and tormenting him.

What is the use of having such a powerful golden core when all he ever did was fight off the occasional fierce corpse and ghoul.

Even as Wei Ying landed and stepped from his sword, the juniors went to hurry over to him but he spoke coldly.

'Stop.' When they all back up behind Lan XiChen he told the man his answer. 'I have a few demands of my own.'

'And what would they be?' right at this moment, there was very little he would not give to ease his conscious.

'No spying on training, if I teach anything ... evil they are at leave to inform you.'

'I agree.'