Bamboo Pavilion.
Xie Lan was lying on Fan Wen's lap as he recuperated, healing his internal injuries after provoking the power sleeping inside Cheng Sheng's body. Suddenly, the two of them looked up at the sky and saw Cheng Sheng flying on his sword, looking handsome even though his clothes were torn.
"Wen." Xie Lan called. "I have something to tell you." He said.
"Hm?" Fan Wen said and waited. However, Xie Lan turned and spat out a mouthful of blood on the floor. "Lan!" he called as he immediately fed his qi on Xie Lan's body. "Lan… what happened?" he asked, worry in his voice. He thought that Xie Lan was fine earlier when he didn't see any wounds on Xie Lan's body. He should know better – it was an internal injury.
However, Xie Lan didn't answer. He wiped the blood off his lips. The bloodstains on his chest are scary to look at. "My vision before… it appeared again." He said.
"What vision?" Fan Wen asked, confused.
