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Wei Wuxian is dead.
But what happened to him all those years? The world of the living couldn't summon even a fraction of Wei Wuxian's soul. Even a well-known and distinguished Cultivator found not even a sliver of Wei Wuxian's existence, even as his love for him burned brighter than the Heavens and continues to do so.
Thirteen years. Nothing.
That was because Wei Wuxian found himself in a realm that could not be reached by the living. A place of red lanterns and ruthless autonomy - where ghosts and monstrosities gambled vigorously, a sanctuary without Heaven's judgement, ruled by power, and the absolute protection of its unseen Lord in striking red robes.
And When Wei Wuxian's methods and simply his existence cause trouble the moment he enters this city, the Lord of this metropolis must intervene.
This story is what Wei Wuxian went through when he died, and what he endured. His realization of that distinguished Cultivator's true feelings for him, and what price he must pay in order to return to the land of the living... and to him.
Only the Lord of Ghost City knows that price. And will he give it to him?
**Please read the Author's Note chapter**