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On a dusty country road, an inconspicuous horse carriage was seen trotting at a leisurely speed. The sound of the horses' hooves colliding with the Mountain path could be heard clearly as it ascended through the meandering trail. Left and right, as far as the eyes could see, the red and orange foliage enveloped the entire mountain ridges, creating a magnificent beauty unique to Autumn.
The sun hung high overhead. Upon reaching a gentler slope ahead, the carriage gradually slowed before coming to a stop beside a roadside tea stall. Several travelers were already gathered within the open-air shelter, its roof thatched with dry grass, its enclosure no more than a low earthen wall barely three feet high. Nearby, a few horses and carriages were tethered to surrounding trees.
At the arrival of the newcomers, curious glances were cast their way.
A middle-aged coachman, clad in a cloak and woolen hat, leapt down from his seat and knocked on the carriage door. “Gongzi, shall we rest here for a while?”
After receiving a reply from within, he nodded and moved to tend to the horses.
The carriage swayed slightly as its door opened. From within, three young men stepped out in succession. Even among Northerners, they were considered to be on the towering side. Their tall stature made it seem effortless and even pleasing to the eye when they hopped down from the carriage. The feeling was similar to when they saw gallant warriors dismounting the huge Stallion with ease.
They exchanged a few words with the coachman. One of them waved his hand and motioned to the tea stall. The coachman laughed and nodded, waved back at them, and signaled them to go forward. Finally, the young man smiled at him and the three came to the tea stall first.
One among them wore layered robes in shades of blue—six layers—arranged in a careful gradation. From the pristine white inner garment, to pale blue, then darker tones layered upon one another, until the outermost robe of royal blue embroidered with fine white patterns.
Another one of the young men also wore six layers in green, beginning with white beneath, then soft green, deepening into bamboo hues, finished with an outer robe of turquoise adorned with dark embroidery.
Their collars were positioned neatly. Each colored hem was unfurled one by one like a piece of art. The innermost white encircled their throats, while the outer robes parted elegantly across their chests in a refined V.
In contrast to his two companions, the last person in this group was clothed more casually. Only three layers could be seen—a white inner robe, a black middle layer, and an outer of a flaming red robe with similarly intricate black embroideries. Instead of fluttering wide sleeves, he wore a narrow one, tightened with a wrist guard. Instead of a long flowy skirt, the hems of his robe were cut just right below his knee, showing a pair of black boots hugging his slender calves.
As they walked closer, the current diners could see these three more clearly.
With their refined features and polished bearing, they were clearly young masters from a wealthy background. Yet their expressions were bright, their smiles unguarded—giving the impression of sheltered youths. Others couldn't help but think,
'These must be pampered young masters who have never seen the world.'
“Welcome! Tea, wine, meat skewers, flatbread, noodles, nuts, fruits—Gongzi, whatever you desire!”
The owner of the tea stall was enthusiastic to receive such obvious money-hefty guests.
The young man in red grinned. “Some herbal tea—and your finest wine.”
Turning to his companion, he asked, "Zew, cough, DaGe, Er-Gege, do you want anything else?"
The one in turquoise green swept his gaze across the tables and the small kitchen, noting the available ingredients. After a moment, he smiled.
"Please also give us Lamb and mutton skewers, hand-pulled noodles with meat sauce, sweet soup with dates and dried apricots, as well as some fresh pomegranates."
"Right away!"
Soon, the drinks were brought to their table.
“Here is our best grape wine and herbal tea. Please enjoy these first, Gongzi—the dishes will take a little time as they are freshly made.”
The red-robed young master smiled and thanked the owner. "No problem. We're here to rest as well. Oh, please prepare two additional portions for that uncle over there." He gestured toward the coachman, who was feeding the horses.
"Of course! Well then, do enjoy your wine and tea, Gongzi!"
These three were none other than the Twin Jades of Gusu—Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji—together with Wei Wuxian.
The roadside stall offered only a few rough wooden tables, with but a single one left vacant. The three did not seem troubled by such modest conditions and took their seats without hesitation, each occupying one side. Lan Wangji and Lan Xichen sat facing one another, while Wei Wuxian took the middle seat, facing the open road.
It was a convenient position. It allowed him to speak easily with both. Had he and Lan Xichen sat opposite each other, the quieter Lan Wangji might have been left aside.
Once the stall owner departed, the young man in turquoise spoke, "So...have I become your DaGe now, Wei-Gongzi?" He raised his eyebrows toward his companion and smiled.
Hearing Lan Xichen complaining about his hastily assigned identity, Wei Wuxian laughed and explained, “We already have a Lan er-GeGe in the family.” He nudged the man seated at his left. “So, Zewu-Jun, shouldn’t you be Lan DaGe instead?”
Lan Xichen took a sip of his herbal tea and smiled.
Lan Wangji did the same, offering only a quiet hum.
Wei Wuxian didn't notice anything.
"...Or, could it be," he leaned slightly to the right, lowering his voice playfully, "you prefer to be called Huan-Ge, after all?"
"I would indeed prefer that." Lan Xichen put down his teacup and bent his eyes in a gentle smile.
Wei Wuxian raised his brows, studying him for a moment before conceding, "...Well then."
Inwardly, he was lamenting that the adorable and easily blushing Zewu-Jun from the past had gone! Look at him just now, he didn't even flutter an eyelash when being called "Huan-Ge." Fair enough, they said husband and wife would have 7 years itch in their marriage. Even Brother Wei's charm must have lost its effect after 7 months of a relationship.
Turning casually to his left, he asked, "What about you, Lan Zhan? Is it okay for me to call you Er-,"
"I would prefer that as well."
"---Didi. Oh? Alright then..." Wei Wuxian once again had to raise his brows in wonder. "Do you like that instead of Er-Gege? Alright, I will call you Er-Di, then."
"...Huh?" Lan Wangji froze.
He turned his head to look at Wei Wuxian with an utterly bewildered and somewhat accusatory gaze. Yet the other person only blinked back innocently. Before Wei Wuxian asked him what's the matter, he heard Lan Xichen on the other side was coughing furiously, beating his chest from a sudden choke on his tea.
"Zew, Huan-Ge?" Wei Wuxian reached out, patting Lan Xichen's back. "What's wrong with you?" His other hand stretched forward to massage Lan Xichen's throat gently to soothe him.
Lan Xichen cleared his throat for a while before the unpleasant sensation eased up.
"...Thank you." He smiled appreciatively after he could speak properly and was no longer coughing, seizing Wei Wuxian's hand from his throat and squeezing it gently in return.
To explain his gaffe he said afterward, “There were flower buds in the tea. I did not notice earlier and was startled when I swallowed one.”
Wei Wuxian opened the teapot on the table and noticed the assorted herb stalks and flower buds floating inside.
He glanced at Lan Wangji and seriously reminded him, "There are some huge chunks in it, La, Er-Di. Be careful, you too."
Lan Wangji, "..."
Lan Xichen almost choked himself for the second time, this time from suppressing laughter. But he still couldn't prevent his lips from twitching upward in a schadenfreude grin. Needless to say, to whom this gloating gesture was directed.
"Did you hear that, Er-Di? " He repeated kindly.
"Wei-Gongzi is right. Er-Di, you better listen to him. What do you think, Er-Di?" Not just once, but Lan Xichen reiterated generously, like a kind older brother that he was.
"...I can drink just fine." Lan Wangji veered his eyelid downward, in a replacement of eye-roll.
The road stall tea shack didn't have a large space. The distance between one table to another was especially close. With just a slight rotation of his wooden seat, Wei Wuxian could engage in an enthusiastic conversation with other diners.
Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji witnessed how in just less than a cup of tea, Wei Wuxian had gained a set of "Brothers" and a few "Uncles". Had they not known better, they might have thought Wei Wuxian and this group of people were old acquaintances. As if they had known each other for a long time.
“…Right, we brothers are traveling to seek a bit of adventure—something thrilling. Do any of you know of such a place?” Wei Wuxian guided the conversation with ease.
"Somewhere exciting..." The others mulled over this question.
Suddenly, as if something clicked in their minds in a synchronized manner, they looked at each other. “…If it’s excitement you’re looking for, I do know of a place.”
“So do I,” another chimed in. “There’s one not far from here.”
“A place worth visiting.”
Wei Wuxian appeared intrigued and continued to ask them, “Oh? Such a place exists nearby? Where is it? What’s there to see?”
“It's not exactly around here, a bit farther away west,” one replied. “There’s a valley.”
“A valley? And what of it?”
“It's a deep valley! We don't know its depth. It’s always shrouded in mist. Even on a clear day, all you can see below is darkness, as if it would swallow you whole the longer you stare.”
A middle-aged traveler added with a solemn look, "I once passed along the mountain road near it. It's the truth, I experienced this myself not just retelling others' rumors. At that time, I heard howling from the bottom of the cliff..."
"Hmm...what kind of howl?" Wei Wuxian asked, interest piqued. "Was it Human howls? Animal howls? Female ghost howls? Or what did it sound like? Did it sound like a painful howl? A longing howl? A luring howl? A frustrated howl? An excited howl?"
"...Huh?" The Uncle was taken aback.
Apparently, there was diversity in the howling category. It truly opened a new worldview for him. How was he supposed to differentiate between a longing howl and a painful howl, by the way?
"That...I'm not sure about what type of howls..." He furrowed his brows with a troubled look on his face. "But...they're sometimes howling one after another. Other times, just a single cry—then nothing."
"Hmmm..." Wei Wuxian caressed his chin thoughtfully. "...Interesting." His lips curled into a slight smile.
He lifted the wine jar and took a generous drink before sweeping his gaze across the others. "So, what about the rest of you? Have you passed by the cliff as well? What did you find? Any other interesting stories?"
A young man in his 30s shook his head. "It wasn't me who passed by myself, but my close brother."
"Oh? What about him?"
"My brother told me a few years ago, he passed by the cliff at night. He was curious and peered to the abyss...and there he saw, a greenish ghost fire, floating from the darkness!"
Ghost fire—often appeared in a place highly saturated with Resentful energy. They could also appear as accompaniment in the presence of high-level Evil entities. In either case, their existence meant danger.
"I heard it was an ancient Tomb of the Yellow Emperor from 3,000 years ago."
"That's not it, I heard that cliff was a Burial Place for an extinct ethnicity."
"I’ve heard another theory,” the same middle-aged traveler interjected. “And having seen the place myself, I find it most convincing. The cliff face is cut clean, as though cleaved by a single stroke of a sword. Some say it is the resting place of a legendary swordsman from a thousand years ago."
Those who had never been there concluded in agreement, "Whatever the truth, it must be an ancient tomb."
"An ancient Tomb, huh..." Wei Wuxian repeated softly, nodding.
A plausible guess, indeed.
Another burly man, broad as a wall and with beast-like tattoos winding along his arms, suddenly leaned in, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret.
"Gongzi, let me tell you, some say that place is an entrance to Hell. Anyone who falls in… never comes out!"
"An entrance to...Hell?"
Wei Wuxian's grin grew wider.
This was not the first time he had encountered a place likened to “hell.” Nor was it the first time he had heard such warnings—that none who entered ever returned. A few years ago, a certain "er-Gongzi" from the Wen Clan, had also hurled him into a similar hell with a similar forewarning.
Yet such words were hardly empty exaggeration.
Otherwise, throughout the centuries, how many powerful cultivators had existed? If such places were merely ordinary corpse-filled grounds, would they not have long since been cleared? Why bother to wait until Wei Wuxian was born to create the legend of coming out alive?
Which Cultivator didn't need glory and fame? For any cultivator, to emerge alive from such a place would bring immeasurable fame. Enough to elevate an entire sect.
Just look at QishanWen.
Back then they ended up sealing Burial Mound and re-strengthened the seal once every few years periodically with a curse wall. The reason for their choice, wasn't that because they had tried to solve it first to demonstrate their Sect's might? Unexpectedly, they found out that they couldn't handle the "Hell" at all, hence had to resort to a sealing attempt afterward.
An entire Gargantuan, a Major Sect who could press the whole Cultivation World with one palm, was rendered helpless for not just one year or two years, but hundreds of years.
There was no need for further explanation.
Among cultivators, the true "Horror" of the Burial Mound was long understood.
Accordingly, what kind of "terrible fate" awaited those who were thrown inside was equally clear.
Coming out alive, didn't mean he was exempted from the "Hell".
After resting for an hour or two in the roadside stall near Yumen Pass, the group of three young masters who had never seen the world, along with their coachman, bid farewell to the remaining diners and continued their journey.
In truth, the rest had been more for the coachman’s sake, though Lan Xichen, Lan Wangji, and Wei Wuxian had not minded the delay.
The Coachman was a native of Xiyu, the northwest region farther than Qishan. In his youth, he used to work as a member of a traveling merchant group. Therefore, he was familiar with the routes along the Northern Silk Road, from Yumen Pass to Yangguan Pass.
Lan ShuangBi and Wei Wuxian obviously could have traveled by sword or horseback. Yet Wei Wuxian had insisted on journeying like pampered young masters seeing the world for the first time. To this, Lan Xichen could only acquiesce.
After all, it was his wish.
Previously, he had been shocked when Wei Wuxian put forth the Wish Card and said, "Zewu-Jun, I've gone on many night hunts with Lan Zhan and others. But I've never gotten a chance to go with you. Why don’t you set aside your duties and travel with me for a few months?"
"Wei-Gongzi..." Lan Xichen had laughed helplessly. "There is no need to use the card for such a matter. If you wish to travel with me, I will conclude my current affairs and arrange a time."
But Wei Wuxian shook his head. "No, Zewu-Jun, I want to go as soon as possible. This is a selfish request of mine. So I have to use this wish card." He nudged the wish card and grinned. "And this is my wish, I hope Zewu-Jun can accompany me to play regardless of the time."
In this case, Lan Xichen had to finish all of the urgent Sect affairs in just 2 days, put the remaining on hold, carefully negotiate with his Uncle and successfully dupe him to oversee the Sect in his absence, and promptly departed, bringing his husband and a tagging oil bottle-Lan Wangji.
There's no way, the younger brother had also presented the wish card with a blank stare in his eyes.
Lan Xichen had tried to reason with, "Wangji, are you certain this is your wish? Would you not prefer to save it for something else in the future?"
Lan Wangji, "I am certain."
Lan Xichen, "Truly?"
Lan Wangji was unfazed. "There will be more to spend in the future."
"More...to spend? What do you mean?" Lan Xichen had been momentarily at a loss.
With complete seriousness, Lan Wangji explained, "Wei Ying said Xiongzhang has squeezed us dry even in the future plans. We deserve a reward. This one card is just for the present reward. In the future, the more Xiongzhang puts us to work, the more wish cards I will obtain."
Lan Xichen, "..."
Recalling the meticulously arranged schedule he had prepared for his younger brother, Lan Xichen could already foresee how many such “rewards” would accumulate.
In return, Lan Xichen could also vaguely imagine how many dates with his Wei-Gongzi this younger brother would definitely barge into.
Thinking about it, Sect Leader Lan felt his temple start to throb painfully.
So this seemingly upright younger brother had harbored such intentions all along.
His aim was not just one time, but a Sustainable Development strategy!
Alas, as expected of Hanguang-Jun...indeed, a prodigy of the generation.
Wei Wuxian had insisted that this journey be treated as a true vacation, casting aside their formal identities.
The three of them traveled as ordinary mortals, dressed like wealthy young masters. After all, with the unmistakably refined bearing of the Twin Jades—Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji—even Wei Wuxian had to admit that pretending to be rustic villagers like Da Niu, Er Niu, and San Niu was simply out of the question.
But obviously, he took great delight in dressing the two of them.
At first, he wanted to just wear his usual black attire. Yet the color of black would feel incongruent with the vibrantly dressed Lan ShuangBi. In the end, it was Lan Wangji who told him to wear red robes.
"You look good in it." He said.
At that, Lan Xichen could not help recalling that a certain outer wedding robe had yet to be returned from the Jingshi, and inwardly rolled his eyes.
Meanwhile, Wei Wuxian accepted the suggestion with delight, donning the red robes without hesitation—completing the image of three bright, spirited young masters who were pampered in a jade house, raised in comfort and luxury.
After leaving the tea stall, they followed the route past Yumen Pass, heading northwest until they reached a village at the foot of the mountains.
The coachman, concerned for these seemingly squeamish young masters, insisted on escorting them further. Yet the young man in red merely smiled and reassured him.
"...Uncle, thank you for worrying about us. In return, let me tell you a secret."
"What secret?" The Coachman was confused but still leaned into the tall youth who bent down to whisper.
"You see, actually we have some treasures here." He took out some sparkling Jades that the coachman had never seen in his life. "These were obtained from an immensely powerful cultivator. Even if we die, we can return to life. So there is no need to worry about our safety."
He grinned and patted the Coachman's back in gratitude.
The Coachman was stunned. "There's actually such a thing!"
His gaze swept over the three spoiled young masters in amazement. The other two young men had also silently taken out a similar sparkling Jades from their sleeves.
It's indeed rich young masters. The Coachman sighed in his heart. They could even afford to buy such precious treasures from those Immortal Cultivators, not just one but Three in the set!
"That's good to hear," he said with a relieved laugh.
At last, reassured, the middle-aged man took his leave. After all, the three of them had treasures from those powerful Immortal Cultivators capable of splitting seas and leveling mountains, so he didn't feel uneasy anymore. He turned around and returned home in a good mood after the 3 Young Masters disappeared beyond the steep mountain trails.
As for the said Three Spoiled Young Masters...
The two Lan Brothers didn't say anything when Wei Wuxian blatantly fooled the Coachman without blinking an eye earlier. They had even gone along with it without the slightest change in expression. Yet as they made their way up the mountain path, Lan Xichen spoke up with a hint of amusement,
"Wangji, it seems our jade tokens have suddenly been elevated to life-saving treasures. Had you known of this before?"
Lan Wangji nodded. "It must be a recent development. I had not heard of it." He responded with an equally serious face.
"Haha." Wei Wuxian laughed, tucking his Jade token away.
"Don't be like this. Who knows, perhaps they can really be upgraded in the future for an extra life tool? Aren't the Sect Robes woven with protective charm, so why can't the Jade token be carved into a life-preserving artifact as well? Combine the two, GusuLan Cultivators henceforth can walk sideways across the Cultivation World!"
Lan Wangji was steadily and nimbly ascending the rugged path. His gaze was focused on the jutted stones and wild tree roots. Yet his mind was thinking about something else.
He imagined the future where his fellow Sect members walked in swagger, sideways, occupying all the road and bulldozing all obstacles, like a group of crabs who couldn't move forward properly...
Before he knew it, a soft laugh escaped him.
Contrary to Lan Wangji's silent laughter, Lan Xichen was more direct and responded to his joke, "If Wei-Gongzi said so, then it must be so. Though in that case, you should prepare yourself—your wine funds may soon run dry. The sect treasury would be exhausted compensating for the destroyed buildings and money settlements, after offending half the cultivation world."
"No, no—that won’t do!” Wei Wuxian laughed out loud. “I’d be in real trouble then."
Lan Wangji reacted solemnly, "Before that, we must set the terms and conditions for walking sideways."
"So it is already decided that we will walk sideways?" Lan Xichen knitted his brows in helpless chuckles.
And so, the three of them continued their lively discussion—earnestly debating the principles, restrictions, and regulations of this grand notion of “sideways walking.”
If people were to overhear their conversation, they would really think these 3 people were discussing such an important future affair of the Cultivation World. But in truth,
...they were just messing around.
The three of them ascended the mountain path with ease. Even without haste, they reached the summit in less time than it took to drink a cup of tea. The air had grown colder. It was Autumn, and the temperature in Xiyu had always been significantly colder during the night. Especially now that they were currently on the mountain.
"We're here." Wei Wuxian smiled, folding his arms as he gazed ahead.
Before them was a narrow cliff of unknown depth.
The Traveler Uncle back at the tea stall didn't lie. The outline of the cliff itself was extremely sharp and neat. Dusk had already fallen, and fog had started to envelop the entire area, displaying a grand view of the sea of mists, floating on the tall cliff.
This Cliff was located in the Kunlun Mountain Range. The tall mountainous areas, filled in with jagged terrain in the far northwestern region, Xiyu. Even from Qishan, it was still quite a distance away, let alone from the far East, Gusu.
Yet, here they were, roaming around to this part.
Wei Wuxian had always longed to roam such mysterious lands.
But to roam in a dangerous place, one needed to have at least the power to protect oneself.
In the past, he was still very young and inexperienced, he didn't have this ability. When he reached 17 and started to have confidence, unfortunately, QishanWen was at its peak of dominance. Let alone visiting Kunlun Mountain where they had to bypass the area of QishanWen, even nighthunting on their own area in Qinling Mountain near Yunmeng was prohibited.
After the war ended, Wei Wuxian finally had the power to roam in these unidentified places.
No one would prevent him from going.
However, he, who was unable to use his sword for long, could no longer roam around the world as freely as he would have wished to do.
In the end, this wish must be put down from the shelves and locked into the box to gather dust.
Just like how GusuLan's damaged books that had lost part of their content back then were about to be treated.
Likewise, just as he restored and put the books back on the shelves in the Library Pavilion, Wei Wuxian was finally made aware that the dream he had once given up could actually be realized once again.
Not only could they be realized, but his wish was also further up enhanced.
He had enjoyed the Sea Voyage in the Eastern Seas with Lan Wangji, someone whom he had always longed to play and go nighthunting together with, since they were 15.
And now,
He wished to bring Lan Xichen with him on this Northern Expedition.
To visit places he felt enthusiastic about. Picking the most suitable season of Autumn when the mountains would be blanketed in a beautiful red-yellow ocean. Accompanied by the people he cherished and trusted to have an adventure with.
This was mostly his selfish wish.
Which was why Wei Wuxian decided to use the wish card.
But no matter what...
He wanted Lan Xichen to be here with him.
That being said, considering its location, this Cliff was really,
"...A suitable place for the Yellow Emperor's secret Tomb, or a burial place for the extinct ethnicity." Lan Xichen commented.
From ancient times, the Kunlun Mountains have been related to Gods and Celestial Beings. Even the mythical Queen Mother of the West (XiWangMu) who could grant immortality to those destined, was originated from this very Mountain. Aside from the snowy Western Plateaus, and Zhongnan Mountains in Qishan, this Kunlun Mountain range should be the holy place for Taoism and Buddhism.
The three people later dispersed and scoured the area around the cliff, inspecting the situation.
None of the three was someone whose safety needed to be worried about. Their perception was keen, their observation meticulous. There was little chance of overlooking anything of importance.
Before long, they returned to their starting point and exchanged findings.
Lan Xichen said, "I inspected around the other side of the cliff. There is nothing notable to be found."
Wei Wuxian was rolling some pebbles under the sole of his boots and hummed in response. "There's also no suspicious trace around this part of the cliff. What about you, Lan Zhan?"
Lan Wangji shook his head. He was responsible for examining the floating sea of mists in the center. "I sensed nothing."
Wei Wuxian flicked the broken pebbles to the valley, watching them vanish soundlessly into the dense fog. His eyes glinted in sparkles. "Then there’s only one place left."
Both Lan Wangjj and Lan Xichen also glanced into the bottomless abyss with uncertain gazes.
Wei Wuxian, on the other hand, rubbed his palms eagerly. "It doesn't matter what place is this. If it's really a Tomb of a Past Senior, let's give a greeting and lit an incense. If it's something else, then let's explore!"
This “Howling Cliff” had been reported by a minor sect near Yangquan, recently incorporated into the "Gusu Alliance". As for why a sect so distant in the north would attach itself to GusuLan Sect in the east—that was beyond Wei Wuxian’s understanding. If he had to guess, then it should probably be due to Lan Xichen's successful propaganda and the might of his "Gusu Public Relations Team".
Though nothing overtly alarming had been discovered at the cliff, the sect had not dared to investigate further.
After all, they had sent a few Cultivators to go down and none of them returned even after several months.
Since Wei Wuxian had already intended to play in Nanjiang to enjoy the Autumn beauty, and this Cliff was also located in Xiyu of the same region, they chose to investigate it as well.
Wei Wuxian turned to look at his two companions and raised his brows. "So, shall we head down?"
Lan Wangji frowned slightly. He took out a thick brocade cloak from his Qiankun pouch and draped it over Wei Wuxian's shoulder. "You are lightly dressed. It is cold."
Wei Wuxian glanced at the dark cloak lined with soft fur.
"...Oh."
This was not a color Lan Wangji would usually wear. So, was this prepared for him? Wei Wuxian was just wondering in passing as he tightened the cloak around his neck.
"Alright, let's set off!"
With this exclamation, he leaped straight into the deep gorge, almost causing a heart attack for the two people left behind.
When Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji peered downward, they saw Wei Wuxian waving at them as he nimbly crawled upon the cliff wall. His hands and feet moved in an afterimage. In just a few breaths, he had been dozens of meters below.
And yet,
Looking at Wei Wuxian's evidently excited face, for some reason, the Double Jades felt a profound worry
...for whatever entities resided in this place.