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Kapitel 36: Three Chatting Prisoners

Qinghe knew he was in a dream.

He felt cold chains wrapping around him, holding him immobile as scalding pain tore through him.

The blistering heat traveled through his veins, melting them. He could feel it reaching for his lungs, his stomach, spleen, kidneys, liver… He could feel it in his mind, burning away rational thought, leaving him a writhing wreck that only sought an end to the torment. He could feel it slowly, oh so slowly, making its way to his heart, the delicate sack of muscle frantically fluttering like a frightened bird in a cage.

The pain wrapped around his neck, a pitiless collar constricting around his throat, leaving him gasping and thrashing.

Maybe he was still stuck with the Nightmare Parasite, he thought in befuddlement.

Eventually becoming one with the pain, Qinghe no longer felt the need to resist. He could just give up and stay here like this.

"…ior…ther…!"

Qinghe heard someone calling from far away and ignored it. It must be a figment of his imagination. But the calls got clearer and more insistent as time passed.

"…nior…rother…Junior Brother!"

Hmm, he seemed to recognize this voice? Who was…Ah, wasn't it his senior brother Chen Xiande?

"Feng Qinghe, you better wake up right this second!" a loud voice assaulted his ears, instantly awakening his blurred consciousness.

Qinghe shot up and quickly surveyed his surroundings, searching for the threat. The cell was clear of everyone except his senior brother and him. Not finding any danger, he turned to look puzzled at Chen Xiande.

"Senior Brother, what's wrong?"

Chen Xiande was just about on the verge of tears. He was so relieved that Qinghe woke up that all strength left his body and he slumped down tiredly.

"Senior Brother!" Qinghe called out in alarm.

Weakly, Chen Xiande explained, "In your sleep, you suddenly stopped moving. I couldn't even use my spiritual power to tell if you were breathing. You were so still that I thought you…that you…" The words 'passed in your sleep' remained unsaid, but Qinghe surmised it anyway.

"I'm sorry to have caused you to worry, but I'm fine. I was just having a nightmare," Qinghe said, chagrined.

Nodding, Chen Xiande asked, "What kind of a nightmare did you have?" His nerves were still somewhat unsettled, so he tried to make small talk to calm himself down.

"Nothing, just about something relating to the past," Qinghe replied vaguely, his hand reaching up to check that there was nothing around his neck.

Qinghe was sure that his dream had been a mix of his experiences from his childhood, the Nightmare Parasite, the torture, and the recent incident with the sword. But all of them were now firmly in the past. He had gotten through it and survived, that was all that mattered.

Fidgeting for a while, Chen Xiande pensively spoke, "Junior Brother, I… I'm sorry I let you down. It's my fault that I was captured and ended up dragging you into this. I promise to train hard from now on!"

Raising an eyebrow, Qinghe said, "It was their enmity with me that caused them to kidnap you in the first place. If anyone has to be blamed, it should be me. Please don't feel responsible, Senior Brother."

Chen Xiande looked unconvinced and Qinghe let him be. If his senior brother was able to gain some motivation due to this, then that was a good thing.

"But… You still suffered. Are you really alright, Junior Brother?" Chen Xiande persisted. The fair skin of the person in front of him was still marked with injuries, some of them looking very severe. He couldn't help but worry. Just how much pain was he in?

Qinghe reassured, "I'll be alright if I take some healing pills. I've had much worse and came out just fine, so please don't worry."

As Chen Xiande digested his words, Qinghe rummaged in his sleeves and retrieved a bottle of pills. His stomach had been leaking blood all this time despite Chen Xiande's efforts to staunch the bleeding.

In quick succession, Qinghe popped a blood replenishing pill, healing pill, vitality restoring pill and other relevant pills into his mouth. It would have been much better had he had his spiritual energy to properly absorb and circulate the pills' effects. He'd just have to make do with the reduced efficiency for now.

Hesitantly, Chen Xiande asked, "Junior Brother… You said you've been through worse. Just why and when did this happen?"

Feeling his wounds beginning to heal and his health returning, Qinghe was cheerful as he answered, "Oh, that. It was some time ago. Master needed a rare blue abyss herb and dispatched me to find it. Who knew that a group of passersby would have already found it before me and have taken it? I naturally tried to negotiate for it, but they tried to cheat me out and then threw me into a deep pit with spirit sucking miasma after cutting off my four limbs.

"It took a really long time to grow back, you know! I had to wait there for six months until my limbs slowly regenerated. Thank goodness I'm a cultivator or there'd have been no chance of regrowing them. Then it took me another two months to slowly climb up. After all, newly grown hands and legs need to redevelop their muscles, so it couldn't be helped. But I eventually got out and tracked down those cheating bastards and got my revenge. Oh, and I also got the herb and some other treasures from them as an apology."

Chen Xiande's eyes grew wider and wider as he listened to his junior brother merrily recite hardships that would have broken a normal person.

But Chen Xiande still didn't know the true extent of the mental and physical suffering Qinghe had to go through because of the ordeal, and Qinghe didn't see the need to enlighten him.

Back then in that pit, though the cut-off limbs had lain right in front of him, he could not move towards them or find a way to reattach them. After all, he'd had no hands or legs. He could only watch them being devoured by maggots as his bones grew anew in a slow and painful process, the muscles and tendons sluggishly crawling over them, their growth even slower. The persistent itchiness along with the sharp and unending stabs of pain he'd felt as his nerves re-formed and connected once more had been almost unendurable.

In contrast to that excruciating agony and psychological suffering, what was a little torture? It was almost adorable in comparison.

"Does Master often send you out on these kinds of missions? And do you often get…tortured like this?"

"Hmm?" Qinghe had been happily reminiscing about the 'revenge' bit when he heard the question. "Oh, yes. But he doesn't know what goes on between the time he gives me the assignment and the time I return to report its completion. And Senior Brother, the world can often be a cruel place. I'm used to it."

Wanting to cry, Chen Xiande shouted in his heart: You shouldn't have to get used to this!

His junior brother had lived such a tragic life! And to think he had been jealous of his treatment all this time. It was a wonder his junior brother didn't hate his blind past self. How he could retain even a bit of compassion was beyond his understanding.

Though Chen Xiande hated pain, he vowed to himself that he'd try to share his junior brother's burden from now on! He was his senior brother and someone who hoped to be the future sect master, it was the least he could do.

Unknown to the impassioned Chen Xiande, Qinghe was smiling slyly in satisfaction. This much should be enough of a push, right?

Breaking out of his thoughts, Chen Xiande seriously lectured Qinghe, "Junior Brother, but you still shouldn't have provoked that man so much."

Confused, Qinghe let out an "Ah?"

Chen Xiande continued, "That black-robed man who tortured you, I mean. Why didn't you just pretend and act like he wanted you to and spare yourself the pain?"

Qinghe smiled widely and spoke, "I'd rather have myself skinned."

"…" Why do you say that with so much cheer? Chen Xiande finally spoke with difficulty, "Junior Brother, I finally realize what a stubborn person you are."

Widening his eyes as if in surprise, Qinghe replied, "Senior Brother, whatever gave you the idea that I wasn't stubborn in the first place?"

"…"

Yes, he really should have seen it before. He had no one but himself to blame for being blind and misunderstanding his junior brother all these years.

Sighing in defeat, Chen Xiande said mildly, "Junior Brother, you take too much upon yourself. In the future, please let me help you too. I don't want you to get hurt more than necessary."

Qinghe was shocked. Since when had his senior brother started showing such overt signs of concern or care? But it also made him happy.

"Yes, thank you!" Qinghe said, his smile radiating simple joy.

Having stayed silent throughout the brotherly bonding session, the silver-haired woman finally spoke, "Boy, you've really suffered."

Startled, Qinghe looked at her. He'd almost forgotten her presence.

"Not especially so. It's nothing I can't handle anyway," he said.

Shaking her head, the woman sent her silver locks tumbling. Her voice was distant as she spoke, "It is no matter, you will be alright now, the people beside you will make sure of that. You'll eventually meet your family and finally get the future you deserve."

"I already have a family. I am satisfied," Qinghe said.

In a hazy voice, she replied, "Not that one, your birth family. Your father and mother."

Qinghe pondered in silence.

"Huh? What are you babbling about now?" Chen Xiande erupted, annoyed. Why did this woman always have to interrupt with her strange words?

But Qinghe was studying the woman carefully.

His gaze landed on her shining silver hair. The round moon that peeked through the window was reflected in her wide, moist eyes, setting them alight. Her expression was serene, a soft smile curving her lips.

Now more than ever, Qinghe was convinced of her identity.

Bowing with his fist cupped, Qinghe said humbly, "This disciple thanks Elder for the reading."

The woman laughed, the sound like the tinkling of silvery bells. "Clever, clever boy!"

Chen Xiande asked confusedly, "What reading? What are you talking about?"

Qinghe merely smiled as he thought how fortunate he was to get a reading of his future from an Elder of the Silver Moon Sect's elusive Silver Mist.

Silver Mist was a secret division of the Silver Moon Sect that consisted of seers who foresaw the future. Since it was a carefully maintained secret, Qinghe didn't want to give it up that easily to his senior brother.

Still smiling, he said, "Maybe Senior Brother will understand when you become the sect master."

This did not appease Chen Xiande, but he chose to pout in silence instead of asking more about it.

All was quiet once again. It was still dark outside, so Qinghe lied down to catch some more sleep.

Chen Xiande and the silver-haired Elder also laid down. It had been an exhausting day after all.

"…Junior Brother," Chen Xiande called out softly. "Can we really escape tomorrow even after everything that happened today?"

With a smile evident in his voice, Qinghe replied, "Senior Brother need not worry. Everything that happened today was well within my expectations. We will definitely get out by tomorrow, please have faith."

Finally comforted, Chen Xiande fell asleep.

Qinghe, on the other hand, had to hide his grimace of pain as he tried to maintain his inner stability. The extra power he'd absorbed was rioting, trying to get out. But it had no body to return to, all the others that the sword had devoured from had already died. It was all he could do to barely maintain the balance of the extra energy with his inherent soul energy without damaging the restrictions around his soul.

Thankfully, he had adjusted the restrictions previously while on Starry Mountain Peak so that they wouldn't be as constricting to avoid what happened last time. For now, there was no permanent damage, and Qinghe wanted to keep it that way.

Suppressing the roiling power, Qinghe thought about tomorrow.

Soon… soon he'd be able to get rid of this excess energy.

Reassuring himself, he also fell asleep.

...

When dawn brought with it a new day, Qinghe woke up blearily with a body full of aches and pains.

Qinghe only had to bow his head to see the progress of the wounds through the holes in his clothes. Most of the green and purple bruises had healed enough to turn yellow. They'd probably disappear within the day. The cuts and open wounds had closed, leaving behind faint pink lines. The burn marks seemed to be taking a bit longer, but they'd be healed by the end of the day as well.

What was problematic was the wound on his stomach. Having been run through by that sword, then having that sword twisted and aggravating the injury, the damage had been quite severe. Though Qinghe could feel that the torn tissue and organs had been healed, a new layer of skin having grown over it, the entire area felt all too tender and delicate for his comfort. Qinghe felt that if he moved too suddenly, the wound might tear open again, all that healing coming undone.

Then again, there was also the grinding, bone-deep pain in his chest. It felt like a few ribs were bruised and at least a couple were broken, pressing into his lungs. Any movement could easily make the bone shards pierce his lungs. Not to mention all the other broken, fractured, or shattered bones. The torture hadn't been gentle after all. Even after all that time he'd spent healing, all these wounds had only barely been repaired.

Sighing, Qinghe sat back against the wall. It would be best to not move too much then.

Chen Xiande, also having woken up, glanced at the thick and dark circles under his junior brother's tired eyes, his beautiful face somewhat wan. This gave a whole new meaning to the term 'haunting beauty'.

"Junior Brother… are you alright?" he asked worriedly. Was he pushing himself too much?

Qinghe indeed was, but he wasn't about to tell him that. "I will be fine once we get out," he said instead. Though his tone was casual, his voice was hoarse and strained.

Ignoring his senior brother's anxious gaze, Qinghe sat down and meditated, preparing for the evening.


AUTORENGEDANKEN
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Since its Christmastime, I've decided to not keep my dear readers waiting and released another chapter! ٩(๑^ヮ^๑)۶

The next chapter is the much-awaited escape and our main couple's reunion~ ...Which does not go the way MC planned ( ̄ヮ ̄|||)︴

Kapitel 37: Simple Plan of Escape

The sky was dyed in shades of orange and purple as evening silently arrived.

It was finally time for them to make their escape.

Having been meditating continuously since this morning, Qinghe finally opened his eyes, some tiredness still lingering in them.

The last traces of the poison that bound his cultivation finally dispersed. His spiritual energy started moving again, sluggishly at first due to the spirit-suppressing material, but slowly started speeding up since his level of cultivation was above the capacity of the mid-grade material.

Qinghe immediately felt refreshed after having regained his spiritual circulation. He could feel his wounds beginning to rapidly heal and his tiredness vanishing. The pangs of hunger that had been gnawing at his stomach also dissipated.

He could use his cultivation again.

Smiling, Qinghe spoke, "Senior Brother, please prepare. We're going to escape."

Chen Xiande's former dull and bored look immediately vanished. Anxiety and excitement were visible on his face. "But how are we going to get out."

Smirking, Qinghe enlightened him, "My cultivation has returned, so the easiest way would be to simply blast our way out. Using a simple plan of escape is for the best."

"Eh? Shouldn't these cells be made out of spirit-suppressing material? How can your cultivation return?" Chen Xiande asked, baffled.

Qinghe immediately entered lecture mode. "There are three grades of spirit-suppressing material: low-, mid-, and high-grade. Low-grade material can suppress up to third realm, mid-grade up to sixth realm, and high-grade up to ninth realm. You should know this, yes?"

Embarrassedly, Chen Xiande shook his head. He hadn't been taught this much. He only knew that spirit-suppressing material existed and that it could render cultivation useless.

But Qinghe didn't scold or mock him. He simply nodded his head and continued, "That's alright, you know now. As the grade of the material increases, it becomes progressively more difficult to obtain. Low-grade is already costly as it is, with the price exponentially increasing for each successive grade. Now, as rich and influential as out captors seem to be, even they cannot find enough high-grade material to cover these many cells. That much high-grade material might not even exist in this world. But they are still prominent enough to furnish these cells with mid-grade material, which can only suppress up to sixth realm."

Gears turned in Student Chen's mind as he surmised, "So, you're saying that your cultivation is above sixth realm and so the moment the poison wore off, the spirit-suppressing material was unable to affect you?"

Beaming, Qinghe nodded.

"Wait," Chen Xiande realized something, "What level is your cultivation at then?"

"Eighth realm," Qinghe replied.

Chen Xiande had never felt more inadequate. He was Qinghe's senior brother, yet he was only in the third realm! That was a difference of five whole realms! No wonder the Elders though Qinghe was qualified to teach his senior brother. After understanding this, Chen Xiande felt crushed, but also let go of the last bit of resentment and reservations against his junior brother. He was completely inferior to him after all.

Realizing that his senior brother seemed to have gotten depressed because of his answer, Qinghe didn't know what to do. But then Chen Xiande's spirits bounced back up on their own.

"Junior Brother, then I'll be in your care! I will work hard to catch up to you!"

Qinghe happily nodded. Yes, that was the spirit!

"Alright, let me focus on blasting everything apart then. I'll need complete focus, so please make sure I'm not disturbed," Qinghe instructed him.

Chen Xiande nodded solemnly as he accepted the task.

Closing his eyes again, Qinghe quickly circulated his power while sharpening his mind. He'd need to push his precision control to its limits for this to work.

The first thing he did was to cast a barrier around theirs and the Elder's cells. The next step was to gather sufficient power.

Since he was almost bursting with the extra energy already, it didn't take long for him to accumulate enough power. The second before he released it, he spread his spiritual consciousness throughout the compound in a flood-like wave. Every person, every object, and every single detail was clearly visible in his mind.

Then he released the accumulated energy, sending it out in a powerful burst.

The air shook and split, the compressed shockwave of spiritual energy distorting the very space it was blasting through due to its sheer unimaginable strength.

BOOM!

The whole base shook violently and instantly began to crumble.

Now!

In the fraction of a second it took everything to fall apart, Qinghe swiftly used threads of his spiritual force to adjust the positions of everyone and manipulate everything into place, from the people to the falling debris, so that not a single life would be lost, but also making sure that all these criminals would be held in place by the heavy chunks of falling wreckage.

Before any of the Black Fang members knew what happened, the building walls had already been crushed and the people within buried under the rubble. Not a single one could escape.

Without the energy from that fake heavenly sword, Qinghe would not have been able to reduce casualties to this extent. Most of the people in the base would have ended up dying or seriously injured.

Thankfully, Qinghe had already covered the Elder's and their cells in a dense wind barrier to prevent injury. The area within the hemispherical shield was the only whole part of the building standing.

With wide eyes, Chen Xiande looked around him in disbelieving shock.

He could see the sky and smell the fresh air. Warm and fading sunlight brushed over his skin. In the distance, birds chirped.

They had been inside a dingy underground cell only a moment ago!

But with the top of the building blasted off and collapsing, all that was left now of the underground cells was a large pit with cracked floors and crumbling walls.

Having expended most of his power at once, Qinghe felt weak. Sharp pinpricks danced over his skin and his eyelids drooped in exhaustion. The wound in his stomach had been torn open again. But they were finally out and had also captured several important personnel of the Black Fang criminal organization. So it was mission accomplished.

Chen Xiande suddenly made a surprised, choking sound.

Still slumped over in a sitting position, Qinghe was wondering if whatever had startled his senior brother was worth opening his eyes for when he heard a familiar voice speaking coldly.

"Feng Qinghe, what the bloody hell are you doing?"

Eyes snapping open, Qinghe immediately looked up.

Wei Xiang stood calmly at the edge of the pit and atop a cracked wall, his eyes sparking with exasperated fury.

Qinghe gulped. Was he angry at him? Why?

In a weak voice, Qinghe presented a peace offering, "I caught some criminals for you. Why don't you take a look at them?"

Wei Xiang's eyes darkened, thunderclouds descending over his face.

Qinghe's robes were still shredded and the ragged edges bloodstained, adding to that the obvious bruises and other wounds, along with his clear exhaustion indicating that he'd pushed past his limits, how could Wei Xiang not get angry? His beloved was up to his same old self-sacrificing tricks again! Why did he always end up hurting himself more than his enemies?!

From the side, Chen Xiande shook his head. His mighty junior brother was such a fool. Now that he'd regained his cultivation, it would be better to get out from between this couple.

Chen Xiande thus made a sensible tactical retreat.

Following his lead, the silver-haired woman also took out a very rare teleportation talisman and injected it with her newly regained spiritual energy before vanishing.

Qinghe felt abandoned.

Two heads poked past the edge of the wall, looking down into the underground cell. "Senior Brother, you're hurt?" Fei Jin asked worriedly.

Qinghe only then realized how he looked. He winced guiltily at the unnecessary worry he must be causing them.

Wei Xiang's voice was ice-cold as he suddenly questioned, "Qinghe…which one of them tortured you?"

The twins' eyes suddenly glinted with a ferocious light as Fei Jin asked in an eerily quiet voice, "Torture? Senior Brother, you were tortured?"

Pinned under those three pairs of piercing eyes, Qinghe felt like a helpless chunk of meat on the chopping block. Their gazes were sharp enough to cut him to pieces, and burning with enough intensity to cook him alive!

But still, Qinghe dared not lie. In his nervousness, he babbled, "Well, yes. But it wasn't more than I could handle, and see, all my injuries are almost healed already. I already took several healing pills and had a good night's rest. Plus, my cultivation's already returned, so all my wounds have almost closed…" Seeing Wei Xiang's expression grow darker and darker, Qinghe trailed off.

"So," Wei Xiang repeated, "you took several pills, had a good night's rest, and had your cultivation return. And for you to still have bruises and a visible hole in your stomach after all that, just how severe must your wounds have been in the beginning I wonder?"

Qinghe froze. Oh, crap!

As someone who often undertook investigations, of course Wei Xiang could grasp this point.

"Qinghe," Wei Xiang spoke in a frighteningly soft voice. "Come here."

Wincing, Qinghe leapt up to where Wei Xiang and the twins were. For the first time in a long while, Qinghe was dreading a scolding. It brought back nostalgic memories from his early days when he'd newly joined the sect and had often been summoned to be 'advised' in this way by the stricter Elders. He never thought he'd get to relive those moments once more. And you know what? Qinghe would've been absolutely fine if he never had to go through those nerve-wracking experiences ever again!

The second Qinghe landed, the impact tore open his stomach injury further and caused his broken ribs to puncture his lungs. Paling, Qinghe almost collapsed at the sudden wash of pain as he heaved blood.

Wei Xiang hurriedly supported him, his anger turning to worry.

With a hand placed weakly on his chest, Qinghe kept shaking as violent coughs shuddered through him, each bringing with it a mouthful of blood.

Wei Xiang hurriedly retrieved pill after pill and pushed it through Qinghe's gasping mouth. The pills Wei Xiang had were of very high quality, and on top of that, Qinghe's cultivation had thankfully returned, so the pills' effects were also greatly increased, causing his coughing fit to finally subside. Drained, Qinghe slumped into Wei Xiang without the slightest strength remaining in his limbs.

The front of his tattered white clothes was now drenched in a waterfall of blood. Qinghe's complexion was paler than paper, with glaring purple bruises under his eyes due to blood loss. He looked weaker than ever and on the verge of death.

Seeing their precious, beloved senior brother like this, the twins' eyes were clouded with bottomless murderous rage.

They tore through the wreckage, digging up the immobilized members of the Black Fang and started tormenting them.

"Don't kill them," Wei Xiang coldly instructed as he began carefully removing the shackles on his lover, and the twins surprisingly listened. They didn't want Qinghe's efforts in capturing these goons to be wasted, and more importantly, they didn't want these people who'd hurt Qinghe to die so easily either.

Screams and cries of fear and pain rang out constantly, the chaotic cacophony an accompaniment to the twins' seemingly unquenchable fury.

"…Xiang, I'm sorry," Qinghe whispered faintly. Wei Xiang looked down at his beloved's miserable state. But Qinghe kept repeating in his cracking voice, "…I'm so sorry…very sorry, okay? So please…don't be mad anymore…I'm sorry…I'm really sorry…"

Wei Xiang's heart felt like it was bursting with pain. He sighed and comfortingly patted his distressed lover. "It's okay, I won't be mad anymore. But we will discuss your reckless behavior in detail later, understood?"

Qinghe sighed in relief and nodded. A discussion was something he could handle.

Knowing that it would be best if Qinghe was brought back to the sect as quickly as possible to rest, Wei Xiang called the twins back. With dissatisfied frowns and anger still written large on their faces, the twins reluctantly returned.

"I know you're not satisfied yet, but your senior brother needs to lie down and heal now more than anything. Rest assured that once their case is processed, I will punish them to the greatest extent of law possible for what they did to him."

Vicious murderous intent flashed in the twins' eyes as they asked, "Can we watch?"

Knowing what they meant, Wei Xiang agreed easily, "Yes, I'll bring you later to watch."

Qinghe, who was now free of his restraints and completely supported by Wei Xiang, cluelessly asked, "Watch what?"

Two half-blooded beasts and a full-blooded beast answered in unison, "Their punishment."

Qinghe gulped at the bloodthirst saturating their voices. Though they said punishment, it was easy enough to guess it would simply be Wei Xiang taking out his displeasure on them.

Wei Xiang called for his frivolous second brother to come pick up the criminals and used the shadows to transport himself, Qinghe, and the twins to Qinghe's room in the sect.

Carefully, Wei Xiang laid Qinghe down on the bed.

"The sheets are going to get dirty, I should at least change," Qinghe suggested.

Without exchanging a word between them, Wei Xiang started stripping Qinghe while the twins went to fetch a basin of warm water and fresh clothes. After placing the basin and clothes beside the bed, the twins turned to Wei Xiang and said solemnly, "Brother Xiang, we will leave disciplining Senior Brother to you."

Leaving behind a gaping Qinghe, they promptly departed.

It seemed Wei Xiang and the twins had become so much closer during his short period of absence, Qinghe reflected.

Wordlessly, Wei Xiang finished undressing Qinghe and began to wipe him down with a soaked washcloth. Qinghe knew he was too weak to do it himself, so he obediently let him. After Wei Xiang dressed Qinghe up in a fresh robe, afraid he'd begin scolding him again, Qinghe preemptively struck by asking, "Why did you come find me anyway?"

Wei Xiang answered, "It seems that after you left, those twin brats returned and looked for you. When they asked around, they found what happened and were panicking. I finished work early and came here to surprise you, only to find those two on the verge of tears. I took them with me and went searching for more information. The more I heard, the more worried I got. I used your scent and other clues to trace the route you took and made it there, only to find all clues vanish. Neither of us three could see past the invisibility of that place or find a way to break it. I was planning on calling for help when you blasted the entire building and its protections apart. Since we were concerned about your safety, we hurriedly looked around and finally managed to find you."

Qinghe drowned in guilt once more. Well, he had at least managed to divert his lover's attention…

"Qinghe, you caused quite a bit of trouble this time. Tell me, how should I punish you?"

…or maybe not.


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Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone!

Poor Wei Xiang has to deal with his boyfriend going off and getting himself hurt every time he takes his eyes off him for a bit. On the other hand, Qinghe is still so clueless about how much he makes everyone worry... (; ̄▽ ̄)

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