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Wei Wuxian's unrestrained mischievousness was nothing new to the calm and tranquil home called Cloud Recess. After marrying the second young master of the Lan Sect, his abrasiveness only grew, much to their dismay, and his attitude went from being annoying to being an utter abomination (to Lan Qiren's eyes, anyway).
Three-hundred and fifty-two rules had been added to the wall of discipline, Lan Jingyi had counted, ever since Wei Wuxian came back to Cloud Recess. On second thought, three more had been added this very morning!
Lan Jingyi didn't particularly dislike his senior's new, joyous company, and actually revelled in it. Senior Wei, to him, was like a father figure, just how Hanguang-Jun was. You see, Lan Jingyi had joined the Lan sect as a child, just after his parents had passed away. It was then that he met the young, amnesiac Lan Yuan, and the punished, sorrowful Hanguang-Jun. They, (not that he would ever tell them) had become his new family, and with Senior Wei added to the picture, it felt like it was finally complete.
Except, despite the many praises and fond headpats he receives; despite the joking comments of him being their son; despite the love and care he has been given, Lan Jingyi doesn't feel part of their family, no matter how much they continuously tell him that he is.
Today was just another, ordinary, auspicious day. He woke up late, after falling back asleep who-knows-how-many-times, went to feed Hanguang-Jun's rabbits, woke up Wei-Qianbei with the day's breakfast, chatted a bit with his junior disciples, and finally began to practise sword drills. His skill with a sword has increased drastically, hence why he's now referred to as "Jingyi-ge", "Lan-xiong", and sometimes even a few passionate "Lan-Qianbei"s! Although Sizhui was better than him in terms of cultivation, it was only a matter of time before Jingyi would surpass him!
"Here, raise your right arm a little bit, and... there! You've got it! Now try again like that!"
As soon as they completed the move correctly, the junior's eyes lit up and then they turned to Lan Jingyi with a happy "Thank you, Lan-Qianbei!"
Lan Jingyi cooly nodded, briefly flicking his nose with a proud finger, just like Senior Wei had taught him to do when he was being cool. "It was your own hard work that led you to victory. Well done, shidi." Oh, how mature he had become!!
It was then that he heard a familiar call of "Jingyi!" and his walls of maturity crumbled as quick as they were erected. His face pulled into a wide smile as he saw his Wei-Qianbei running towards him!! "Wei-Qianbei! It's you!"
If Lan Jingyi childishly clung to Wei Wuxian's torso, he would vehemently deny it to any shidi who lived to tell the tale.
"So clingy," Wei Wuxian complained, although a smile crept up his face as he spoke. "Right, Jingyi, have you seen Lan Zhan? I've been looking all over for him this morning but no one has apparently seen him."
Lan Jingyi removed himself from the embrace and picked up his sword from where he'd thrown it onto the floor (oops) as he replied, "Hm... Yesterday he mentioned there being a discussion conference in Qinghe... perhaps he's gone there?"
"Oh, wait..." Wei Wuxian's smile suddenly faded. "He did mention that yesterday to me as well... I must have forgotten."
"Senior Wei, did you not question the tray of breakfast by your bedside in the Jingshi?"
Wei Wuxian slowly glanced to his left. "Oh, that tree is suddenly very intriguing.... Have you ever wondered how resentful spirits possess trees, Jingyi?"
Lan Jingyi rolled his eyes. "Senior Wei, Hanguang-Jun was the one who prepared your breakfast this morning since he was going to be away for the entire day."
"Oh," Wei Wuxian commented. "No wonder it was more delicious than normal..."
"You know it's me and Sizhui who prepare your usual meals, right?"
"..." Wei Wuxian said slowly. "Oh, would you look at that? My lips hurt, I think today's breakfast was a bit spicier than usual..."
"But senior, you yourself said that the more spice, the more delicious it is...."
"......."
Lan Jingyi chuckled, "Anyways, Senior-Wei, why were you looking for Hanguang-Jun in the first place?"
"Well, actually, this morning I was busy tinkering with talismans as usual, when I accidentally altered a cleaning charm into something that prevents your clothes from getting dirty as long as the talisman is attached to it!"
Lan Jingyi gasped in spite of himself, "Wei-Qianbei, that is genius! Can you teach me how to make them? I could show it to the other disciples too!"
Wei Wuxian grinned, "If you think that's amazing, then just wait until you see this." He pulled out a talisman from inside of his sleeve and waved it tauntingly in front of Lan Jingyi's face. "Guess what it does. I'll give you three attempts."
Jingyi's eyes widened, "No way.. Does it enhance your beauty, making you look young?! Wei-Qianbei, is that why you look like you haven't aged for ten years?"
"You're such a smooth flatterer; in the future, you'll have no trouble finding a partner," Wei Wuxian grinned, "But how I wish that were true, it's unfortunately not... Maybe I should work on something like that.." He began playing with both of his cheeks as he continued, "I was worried that this face was losing its shine. Lan Zhan gets more handsome each day, I am so envious.."
Lan Jingyi nodded in understanding before he considered, "Then... does it give you a free jar of Emperor's smile?!"
Wei Wuxian raised an eyebrow, "If I really made that, then do you really think I'd be here chit-chattering right now?"
"Oh..." Lan Jingyi commented. "Then... does it act as a sword cleaner? I could really use something like that; cleaning my sword takes absolutely ages... especially after a night hunt."
Wei Wuxian hummed in thought, "That's a great idea, Jingyi! It isn't correct, but I could also work on something similar to that. Bichen would definitely benefit from it too..."
"Bichen? Not Suibian?"
"Suibian, ah..." Wei Wuxian said slowly. "Suibian as well, of course. I just tend to favour Bichen at times, you see?"
The pair's conversation came to a halt when a familiar voice exclaimed from the distance, "Senior Wei, Jingyi!"
Wei Wuxian instantly brightened at the voice, "A-Yuan!!!"
Lan Sizhui was pulled into his father's embrace, who immediately began to pepper his face with kisses. "A-Yuan, where'd you go? I was looking for you, but both you and Lan Zhan had disappeared."
Lan Yuan smiled softly, "Well, A-Die invited me to go to Qinghe's conference with him for experience... Sorry we never told you."
From behind, Lan Wangji nodded with a slight smile. "Mn."
Wei Wuxian's smile got impossibly wider. His entire body screamed, Lan Zhan!!
"Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, you're back!! This husband missed you!" Wei Wuxian shamelessly threw himself into his husband's arms, who accepted him immediately. "Lan Zhan, look at this! I made a new talisman! You'd definitely benefit from it!! You Lans always wear those immaculate white robes, and having to cast a cleaning charm all day must be so tiring! So, this talisman prevents your robes from getting dirty in the first place!! Lan Zhan, did I do well?"
Lan Wangji smiled, "Mn. Very good."
"...!!"
"Wei Ying is very good."
"Lan Zhan, don't smile like that, my heart... My heart can't handle it! Your poor husband will end up fainting!"
"Will catch Wei Ying."
"B- But then I'll end up sick! And in bed for days! What good will catching me do?"
"Will care for Wei Ying."
"....And- And then I will... I will..." Wei Wuxian trailed off, a flush forming on his cheeks. "..I will, you know..."
Wei Wuxian embarrassedly covered his face with both hands. When they were teenagers, it was always him flirting with Lan Zhan, him teasing Lan Zhan, and him making Lan Zhan blush like a maiden!! Now, somehow, Lan Zhan has grown accustomed to teasing him and is even more shameless! At this rate, he will have no face left!
A Lan disciple whispered, "So much dog food..."
Lan Jingyi turned to Lan Sizhui with a blank face, "Sizhui, should we go?"
"....Yes.." Lan Sizhui coughed into a hand. "A-Die, Baba.. me and Jingyi are going to go meet Jin Ling at the gate. Sect Leader Jiang and he are due to come, after all..."
Lan Jingyi added, "Senior Wei, try not to hand out too much dog food. All of my shidi are right behind you, if you didn't know already."
Wei Wuxian startled at the crowd of awkward Lans standing behind him, but nonetheless sternly remarked, "Don't get into trouble. I don't wanna be clearing up after you."
Lan Jingyi scoffed, "I'm surprised that it's you saying that. Now you know how Hanguang-Jun feels!" He stuck out a mischievous tongue before pulling Lan Sizhui along and running away.
Watching the two disappear into the distance, Wei Ying crossed his arms. "That boy is getting more and more bold each day.." He turned to Lan Wangji, "Lan Zhan... do you really feel like that? Am I too troublesome for you?"
"Never."
"You love me?"
"Mn. Love Wei Ying.
"You see!" Wei Wuxian threw his arms into the air in enunciation. "He just doesn't understand. And do you want to know why? It's because he's single! Maybe if he found himself a partner, then would he–"
His words suddenly slowed into an unintelligible slur. "What..?" He pressed a trembling hand to his forehead to stable himself. "Lan Zhan-"
Lan Wangji reached out a hand to catch his falling husband, but his limbs fell down like jelly until he saw his world tilt upside-down.
They both were swept into an unconscious state.
Everyone awoke with a sudden gasp.
Throughout the darkness of the room, Wei Wuxian could faintly make the outlines of other people of various heights and statures. His theory of others being in the same area was soon confirmed by the sound of multiple unidentifiable voices that he didn't seem to recognise.
Wei Wuxian felt through his robes before he eventually found the entrance to his qiankun pouch within his sash and pulled out a talisman. Thankfully, it was a fire talisman, considering the lines of cinnabar his fingers could feel through the material. He immediately activated it, and was finally able to identify where he was using the illumination provided.
The room was tremendously large; the talisman within his hand couldn't even cover a fifth of its entire perimeter! The walls were made of hard stone; rocky and crooked, with damp spots between the cracks and crevices. The floor in which he stood on was cold and also made of stone, although the surface was much smoother than that of the walls. The most noticeable thing, however, was how the place was brimming with such dense resentful energy that even with a weak core like Mo Xuanyu's, Wei Wuxian could sense it.
"Jingyi! Get off me!" The voice of a young man–that he recognised to be Jin Ling–disrupted the silence.
"Think about calming that temper of yours first, young mistress!" Another–Jingyi, he realised–exclaimed.
"Shut up! Do not call me young mistress!"
"You act like one so you are one! If you want me to stop then you should just grow up!"
"You-"
Lan Sizhui walked towards the two, hauling one off of the other. "Jin Ling, Jingyi, let's not fight."
"Where are we?" Nie Huaisang exclaimed nervously. Wei Wuxian couldn't see the man, but replied, "That's what I'd like to know.. Lan Zhan, are you there?"
"Mn."
Allowing the relief of his husband's presence to comfort his heart, Wei Wuxian turned towards the wall, where his friend was curiously standing. "Wen Ning."
Wen Qionglin immediately understood his instruction and briskly walked to the wall. He clenched his palm into a fist and struck at the rock, attempting to make even a dent but to no avail. "Young Master Wei... I can't break through."
Wei Ying walked over to the fierce corpse and gently knocked on the wall with a layer of qi on his knuckles. It produced three, taunting 'da da da's but instead of crumbling into his hands, it only made his knuckles bloom into a bright, sore red. "Ai- It hurts so much. What kind of wall is this?"
A presence appeared beside him, and before he knew what was happening, Lan Wangji had grabbed his hand and had already begun to send him spiritual energy to heal the wound. It wasn't really necessary, considering that Wei Wuxian now had a core of his own, but the thought was what really mattered.
Lan Wangji suddenly paused, his lips pulling into a frown. "I can't access my golden core."
Wei Wuxian blinked, "Really? That's weird, I don't feel any different."
Jiang Wanyin–"Jiang Cheng, you're here too?!"–grumbled, "Of course you don't. You can't even call that small thing a golden core."
"But, Lan Zhan..." Wei Wuxian muttered. "I was able to use my qi to burn this talisman."
Lan Wangji pulled a talisman from within his sleeve and infused it with his qi. The talisman lit up, indicating that it was working. Lan Wangji reasoned, "I think we can use little bits of qi, such as using a talisman or doing a charm spell, but not masses of it, such as doing a qi transfer."
At their conversation, multiple others within the room began to try to access their spiritual energy but to no avail.
"So it's true..."
"I don't feel mine either.."
"What's happening?!"
Sect leader Yao snapped, "Isn't it obvious? This is the doing of the Yiling Patriarch! I knew we should have never trusted him!"
Wei Wuxian retorted with a scoff, "Why would I even need to do that? With or without your golden cores, I could take you down easily."
Sect Leader Yao's cheeks flared red in anger. "How arrogant! You don't need a reason to kill! Need I remind you? You're the Yiling Patriarch! Who knows what you're thinking? For all we knew, you could be planning world domination!"
A middle-aged cultivator gasped, "World domination?! How brazen!"
Wei Wuxian snorted, "You overestimate me. What use for the world would I have when its inhabitants are such fools?"
"You have deluded the righteous Hanguang-Jun and taken over the Lan sect! What more could you want, Wei Wuxian?!"
"Right! Release Hanguang-Jun right now! He's innocent!"
"Get your minds out of the gutter, you old geezers." A woman sneered, "I hope you didn't forget about how his name was cleared just recently."
"Being framed a couple times by that dog Jin Guangyao doesn't change who he is and what he's done in the past!"
The arguing came to a halt when Lan Xichen cleared his throat. "Let's not be hasty with accusations. Most importantly, we need to figure out why we are here."
"Finally someone speaks to me with reason." Wei Ying hummed. "Well, after a bit of observing, I couldn't help but notice... that the resentful energy here resembles that of the burial mounds-"
Many gasps echoed throughout the room.
"The Burial mounds?"
"It truly is your doing!"
"Oh, not again.."
Wei Wuxian, seemingly angered, forced a smile. "If I was going to trap you here, seal your golden cores and kill you all, why would I put myself with you? What idiot would even do that?"
From within his grave, Wei Wuxian could see Su She's eyebrow twitch.
And then, like moths to a flame, all of the juniors made their way to Wei Wuxian and immediately began to defend him.
"Yeah! He's right!"
"Don't slander him with those flimsy accusations!"
"Do you feel no shame?"
Wei Ying patted each of their heads affectionately, one after the other. "Thanks, kids."
And then, all at once, a screen behind them lit up, illuminating the entirety of the room.
Beside the screen was a platform. Written on the platform in italic golden text was the words: [Regain those that are lost] Below thee beautiful, intricately-written calligraphy was a large green [Yes] and a red [No.]
His curiosity piqued, Lan Jingyi did what others dared not to do, and nonchalantly walked up to the platform. "What's this?"
Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji, and many others in the room yelled at him at the same time, "Don't touch anything!"
However, they were too late, for Jingyi had already pressed [Yes]
Startled by the multitude of voices, he immediately retracted his hand, "Ah- Sorry.."
A blinding flash of white threw light upon the room, causing many to close or cover their eyes. But when they next opened them, what they saw left them in awe.
Because in front of the screen stood perfectly healthy, and alive people.
Alive people who were once dead.
All of the cultivators present were in an uproar.
To the very left, clad in her usual lilac robes, was Jiang Yanli, who was holding hands with Jin Zixuan. And they both looked so happy, which only increased Wei Wuxian's growing feeling of dread because it was just a reminder of everything he ruined.
He didn't even register Jiang Cheng leaving his side and rushing to their his sister, throwing himself into her arms and pushing the Jin aside.
Standing beside the reuniting siblings, their expressions of pure horror, were, of course, their parents: Yu Ziyuan and Jiang Fengmian. As soon as they saw their children, they were visibly trying to retain their tears as they joined the heartfelt reunion.
Wei Wuxian looked away.
He didn't even know what to do with himself anymore. His hands were shaking, teeth nervously pulled at his lip, and eyes darted around the room like flies, desperately trying to look at anything but them.
Was he supposed to be happy? Happy after seeing the very people he murdered come back to life? Happy to be reminded of everything he could have saved, but didn't because of his incapability and selfishness? Or was he supposed to be sad? Sad that he was no longer a part of their joyous family, sad that his shijie Jiang Yanli would never look at him sweetly, with warmth in her eyes, and softly call him "A-Xian" like she once did?
What was he supposed to do now? Laugh with them and pretend like nothing happened? Pretend like he didn't utterly destroy their family, and crumble it piece-by-piece until it completely fell apart?
Lan Wangji pulled Wei Wuxian into his chest, protectively covering him with his long white sleeves. "Wei Ying, don't cry."
Wei Wuxian didn't even notice the soreness of his eyes until he heard those words.
Upon hearing the name, Jiang Yanli looked up from the embrace she shared with her family, her eyes sobbingly wet. "A-Xian..?"
Nobody, not even a single person in the room, missed how Wei Wuxian's breath hitched.
Jiang Yanli walked across the room until she was standing before her brother and reached out a trembling hand, "A-Xian, is that really you?"
Wei Ying pushed his sobbing face further into Lan Wangji's chest, soaking the white fabric grey with his tears.
"A-Xian.." Jiang Yanli continued quietly, "A-Xian. I'm so glad you're alright.."
It was her words that made Wei Wuxian finally remove his head from within the embrace. "Shi.. jie..?" From behind her and into the distance, he saw Jiang Cheng crying. And from what he knew, Jiang Cheng never cried.
Why was she calling him so sweetly, as if nothing had happened? Why were her words so affectionate, so loving, when she was speaking to him? He killed her, he killed her husband; he made their child parentless.
"A-Xian.." Jiang Yanli choked down a sob. "A-Xian, I.. I wanted to tell you... I've always wanted to tell you.. It's not your fault. I don't–I have never–blamed you for what happened to A-Xuan. Nor to me or A-Ling... So please.. Would you please look at your shijie, hm?"
Wei Wuxian's lips opened, as if he wanted to speak, but then he violently shuddered and sudden tears were falling down his face and... and it was just too much– "Shijie..."
"A-Xian!" Jiang Yanli gasped as she pulled him away from Lan Wangji and into her arms. "A-Xian, I'm here. Shijie's here for you."
"Sh-Shijie.. It's- It's all my fault..!" Wei Wuxian sniffled. "If only.. If only I was stronger, I could have protected you! If only I was capable of controlling my own power, I would never have lost control... If only..."
"If only I was better..."
Jiang Yanli choked down yet another sob as she combed her fingers through his hair comfortingly, "A-Xian, it's alright. I'm here... Don't cry, A-Xian."
When Wei Wuxian finally calmed down, he was able to properly observe his shijie in what felt like forever. She now looked much healthier than before; gone were her mourning robes, the dark circles under her eyes from lack of sleep, and the pale hue to her skin.
From behind him, within the crowd who were watching the scene, he noticed Jin Ling staring at his mother with both astonishment and longing. Wei Wuxian chuckled mildly to himself before pulling Jin Ling from within the mass of people and once again made his way beside his sister with teary eyes. "Shijie, look! The Little Peacock has certainly grown, hasn't he?"
Jiang Yanli threw her hands to her mouth as she gasped, "...A-Ling?"
Jin Ling's eyes widened, "A-Niang..?" His eyes darted to the man dressed in gold, standing beside her. "A-Die..?"
Jin Zixuan smiled at his crying wife and son and embraced them both. "A-Ling, you've grown up so well.. You're so handsome; you look just like me from when I was younger."
Jiang Yanli fondly rolled her eyes at his comment.
When they all pulled away, from within his peripheral vision, Wei Wuxian noticed Wen Qing blabbering to her younger brother, minutely picking out the words "relieved" and "happy" from her seemingly-endless speech.
He tackled Wen Qing into a hug, making sure it was tight enough so she wouldn't be able to pull away. "Qing-Jie!"
"Oh, if it isn't my lazy, incompetent and least-favourite didi." She joked before returning the embrace. "How have you been, Wuxian?"
"I've been great! I even cleared my name and married Lan Zhan!"
"Wow, it certainly took you long enough.."
Another person within the room exclaimed loud enough for all to hear, "Wei Wuxian! Did you not learn anything after your death? Why are you still mingling with those Wen dogs?"
Another unsheathed their sword, "I think we should kill them all before they start a war again!" And then, before anyone could react, the same person fell to the floor with a nosebleed.
"You idiot! Did you forget our golden cores were sealed?"
"Yeah! What were you thinking?"
"That's right! You're an idiot!"
Meanwhile, in another section of the room, Jin Guangshan was one step away from snapping Jin Guangyao's neck. His lips pulled into a snarl, he recalled the humiliating death he was forced to endure by that little deviant and oh, did his anger flare. "You unfilial bastard! How dare you!"
Lan Xichen was quick to redeem the situation, jumping in front of Jin Guangyao as he held his sheathed sword out in warning. "Senior Jin, I ask that you do not be hasty. We can settle personal matters once we have left this... place, for it is unwise to cause bloodshed in our current situation. Jin Guangyao has committed heinous acts, and he will be dealt with appropriately in due time."
Jin Guangshan privately huffed to himself before sending one last glare to Jin Guangyao and turning away. "You worthless bastard. I should have killed you when I had the chance."
Jin Guangyao turned to face Lan Xichen, his hands briefly trembling as they lied at both his sides, and mumbled longingly, "...Er-ge.."
Lan Xichen clenched his fists, blinked away the tears that were brought to the surface and turned away.
He didn't look back.
When Nie Huaisang saw his brother in the flesh, saying he was shocked would most certainly be an understatement.
Wei Wuxian watched as the headshaker dropped his favourite fan to the floor like he hadn't been boasting about it a few hours ago and ran towards Nie Mingjue with hopeful eyes. "Da-Ge!"
Nie Mingjue welcomed his younger brother into his arms, "Huaisang, you've certainly aged."
"Da-ge!" Nie Huaisang cried, as if wishing for reassurance that everything was real and was really happening. "Da-ge! Da-ge!"
Watching the scene, Wei Wuxian exhaled a well-deserved sigh, considering everything that's happened.
The one downside to everyone coming back to life was that they'd be after his head the second they realised he was alive too. (He didn't really want to be on the other side of BaXia, thank you very much!)
They shouldn't recognise him in Mo Xuanyu's body... probably. (Wei Wuxian was completely oblivious to the fact that they were too busy to even look at him, thus they didn't know he was alive.) He'd been told a couple times that he was beginning to look more and more like himself and less like Mo Xuanyu throughout the years. For the first time, Wei Wuxian prayed that it wasn't true.
But when he saw Jiang Cheng's unnaturally delighted expression at seeing his family, guilt once again rose within Wei Wuxian's heart. He watched as they cried, he watched as they mourned, he watched as they smiled, he also watched as the screen behind them lit up—wait what?
"Hey what's that?" He innocently questioned, rendering the room silent.
Nie Mingjue, Jin Zixun, Jin Guangshan and all those who bore hatred for him turned around and glared.
Wei Wuxian violently shuddered, feeling nervous all of a sudden. "What?"
Nie Mingjue slowly walked towards him, his intimidatingly deep voice booming throughout the cave. "Yiling Patriarch, you're back.. We killed you once and we won't hesitate to do it again!"
It was then that Lan Wangji once again stood before Wei Wuxian, holding Bichen out with a threatening air, his gaze piercingly cold. "No."
Jin Guangshan exclaimed, "Second Young Master Lan, what is the meaning of this?!"
Lan Wangji turned to the Jin with a calm gaze, and repeated, "No."
His face looking like the incarnation of fury, Jin Guangshan roared to Lan Qiren, "Is this how the Gusu Lan Clan teaches its disciples?!
Lan Qiren huffed, "Believe me, I want that demonic cultivator out of my nephew's life as much as you do. But there's no use fighting Wangji; he won't ever stand down."
Wei Wuxian sighed, his hand falling to his side. "Aiya, did you all forget about the thing behind you? Or is it just me who sees it?"
The heads of all within the room immediately snapped to the screen. Lan Sizhui walked up to Lan Jingyi, who was still presently fiddling with the platform, apparently having not learned his lesson before. "Jingyi, can you explain to us what you are doing?"
Lan Jingyi beamed, "Sizhui, Wei-Qianbei, Hanguang-Jun! There's writing!"
Wei Wuxian made his way to the two Lans, peering over Lan Jingyi's shoulder to see. "What? Didn't we tell you not to touch anything?"
From another corner in the room, Wen Ruohan smirked and rubbed his chin in curiosity. "Hm.. Qing-er, considering Wei Wuxian had the ability to kill me, do you think-"
Hearing the words 'Wei Wuxian' and 'Killed me', Wen Qing snapped, "Shut up!"
Every single person in the room came to a halt as silence befell the atmosphere.
"What are you doing, woman?! You're gonna get us all killed!"
"Yeah! He's gonna kill us all again!"
"Are you stupid or just a lunatic?!"
Wen Ruohan chuckled a chuckle that instantly threaded goosebumps through people's skin, "Wen Qing, looks like you haven't changed." He dismissively waved a hand in the air as he continued, "It's fine, It's fine. Qing-er meant nothing by it, now did you, Qing-er?"
To Lan Jingyi, Wen Ruohan's laughter sounded like 'that one song that would play at your funeral while everyone's busy crying their hearts out over his coffin'. In pure shock, he startled at the sound–just as everyone else did, he can defend!!--and accidentally pressed a button on the platform.
The very button that said [Begin]
On the screen, large text appeared. [Episode One (第一集)]
Everyone immediately turned to him with the most furious glares they could muster, "Lan! Jingyi!"
Lan Jingyi nervously laughed, internally praying that these feral strangers wouldn't throttle him to his death, and scratched the back of his head, "Whoops?"