Wu Yun rereads the plaque a hundred times. Committing the words to memory, and trying to make sense of it all. In his dreams, Ling Yan always spoke of his shizun with such fondness. Xue Jin even commented on it, how Situ Yi guarded him "jealously", whatever that means.
In any case, how could Ling Yan have killed someone he cherished and respected so much?
He can't reconcile that with the man he knows from his dreams.
He backs away from the funeral plaques, unable to look away from Situ Yi's name, when he collides with someone.
He turns around just in time to stop a girl in Immortal Mountain robes from dropping the basket of oranges in her arms.
"Thank you, elder brother," the girl says, smoothing her robes and straightening the sword at her hip. She looks up at Wu Yun then, and corrects herself. "Oh, I'm sorry, I thought young master was my sect brother."
She smiles but her straight eyebrows almost meet above her eyes in confusion. "Is young master lost?"
