The hall was decorated with red decorations and red candles were placed around the room. The roof was decorated with ribbons and various red lanterns. Sitting quietly on the couch, Wu Xuan stared straight ahead. Dressed in a bright red wedding dress, he looked even more striking than before.
A few moments later Na Mi arrived, and she was there to escort him to the wedding hall. "Found them?" he asked, leaning close to her ear. Nami shook her head for a no. The black color under her eyes indicates that she is overworked. But even Wu Xuan clearly saw that the beauty of the Wen Sect was no better than a maid in front of Jun Jiu.
"I don't know where she hid them," Pouring oil on Wu Xuan's hair, she said as the other maids would not hear. There was no need to spill the oil, but they still did it. "Tsk, fighting with only spiritual power without a sword is a disadvantage for us." Wu Xuan said in a soft but disappointed tone. In fact, he was not sure if he could fight without dying, with a deity who was difficult to defeat even with two demon kings.
"How about we use him?" Nami whispered into his ear. "Isn't he the son of the Wolf King?"
Wu Xuan let out a sigh. "He's nothing like the Wolf King."
Wu Xuan spoke the truth. If possible, he would have used Meng Zhi as bait. But using someone weaker than himself in their plan does not change anything. "Won't you set him free?"
Wu Xuan stood up and wiped his cloak. "Should I?"
"No," Nami replied without hesitation. "He's a traitor. It's good for us that he dies here. But Wu Xuan, did he say where it is? That thing?"
Wu Xuan shook his head to the side, a jewel on his head came off and was thrown aside. "He doesn't have it."
"I wonder if Wei Shidi will be alright, Shizun is going to torture him a lot."
Wu Xuan said "....?"
"Nami Nami, look at that, I'm just Wu Xuan but he's Wei Shidi? I'm a month younger than you too you see."
"Shut up,"
"OK OK." Wu Xuan raised his hands in defeat. He was comforting himself. Nami also knew that he was suffering from anxiety if he was tempted to talk unnecessarily.
"We don't have time to worry about Yunhe now. Search her cell while I hold her."
Nami agreed. He slowly entered the hall behind the maids. Jun Jiu, who had already covered her head with a red veil, was sitting on the wedding seat there. "Ah, my dear," she said, rising and stepping forward. She ran her fingers over Wu Xuan's jaw and gently grabbed his hand.
***
Hugging his head in his hands, Wei Yunhe seemed to be broken inside. "I said I will count on you Meng. How did you do this to Lingyu."
Only Xiao Hai sat beside him like a stone statue, saying nothing. Wei Yunhe was dressed completely in black, and as soon as he reached the peak, he could only hear cries of distress. More than seventy people died in Juyao and Sha Diren. Jun Peak was lucky that there were no casualties. "If I was there then..."
"Sorry," Xiao Hai said blankly. "But you must take care of other things."
"I have nothing to do with that," Wei Yunhe said stubbornly. "If I had known that it was the thing that messed with Jun Peak's spiritual energy, I would have removed it from here a long time ago. That's why spiritual energy couldn't be cultivated here."
"But you did cultivate." Xiao Hai said gloomily. Covered in flour, he looked like a ghost walking in broad daylight. Realizing that cooking was not his forte after a few tries, he left the kitchen, but by the end, all that was left was charred charcoal.
"That's because I'm not from Jun Peak." Wei Yunhe objected. "I didn't train at Jun Peak." His voice flared up with anger as he said those words. It was his past that he didn't want to talk about.
The wind blew fast and a dry leaf that was blown by the wind rested on Yunhe's hair. Even the environment darkly foreshadowed the rain as if it was about to cry to express its grief. "Elders didn't arrive yet?" he asked.
"No," said Xiao Hai.
"I really hoped Murong Meng wouldn't hurt anyone." Wei Yunhe cried. "I am so useless. I was never there when they needed me."
Xiao Hai didn't know what to say. Approaching Yunhe, he gently patted him on the shoulder. As Yunhe's tears slowly increased, Xiao Hai stayed by his side the whole time.
"Da Shixiong!" At San Jie's voice, Yunhe wiped his tears and raised his head.
"Yu-Yu Shixiong is awake,"
"Really?" Wei Yunhe quickly stood up and grabbed San Jie's shoulders.
"But he—"
"But what?"
"He looks like he doesn't remember us."
"Huh?"
Wei Yunhe rushed to Lingyu's hilltop shelter without taking a breath or rest. After reaching his door, he took a deep breath and quickly opened the door and entered the room. "Yu Shidi,"
The man who had been standing by the mirror fixing the flaws in his black and red mixed robe turned around. The ribbon tied around his head was undone and his eyes were hazel silver. "Yu-Yu Shidi?"
Lingyu smiled. Yu Lingyu always disliked wearing dark clothes. But now he was wearing them, and his hair tied differently made him look so different.
"Do you care about me?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest. "Thank you."
A moment passed in silence.
"But........do I know you?"