A look of staid resolve descends on Lan Tian's face. He turns to Lu Meng and says quietly, "Maybe you should wait outside."
Lu Meng who has no idea of what's happening in the room, and doesn't care to find out, is quick to agree.
"Maybe I should go with him," Wu Yun says, before Lian Feng's sword stops him.
"You stay right where you are."
"Ling Yan, aren't you happy to see me?" Shu Luan asks, looking up at Wu Yun with a dejected look.
The truth is that Wu Yun isn't happy to see him. When he looks into his dark eyes, nothing sparks any recognition, or awakes any of the feelings that compelled him to piece together his soul over four hundred years. Those dark eyes mean nothing to Wu Yun. He doesn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed.
"My name is Wu Yun," he says, saying the words as much to himself as to Shu Luan. "And I don't know you."
