"Your life is mine now; it is the price they want to pay, and the currency is you," Wuyi said.
Guan was whiter, if anything, than when Wuyi had first seen him. "I"m sorry for whatever our clan did," he said. "We both know it was wrong, and if taking my life makes it easier, I am ready to let go."
Wuyi shrugged.
"You can still bear the Yuanjing name if you like—" Guan murmured.
"The Son of Yuanjin Xuan is long gone," Wuyi said. "I am the Young Master. Some used to call me Wuyi, but very few know now."
"Wuyi? Like some nameless bastard?" Guan said. "You"re my brother, kin of Yuanjing, the heir of Yuanjing, son of the Xuan of the Sacred Sword sect."
"Oh, I"m the son of Xuan, all right, but the bastard son," Wuyi said, and he went quiet, seeing Guan actually hurt by his words.
Guan choked. He sat up and cursed. A slow thread of scarlet worked its way across his thighs. "No!" he muttered.
