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Wen Ning nodded in embarrassment. His ability to recognize those of his own was greater than that of humans, and he could recognize them from farther away as well. If this was the case, then that'd explain why nothing had happened during their journey. Wei WuXian had found this strange as well. Didn't people say that a bunch of fierce corpses were travelling toward Yiling? Why didn't they see a single one of them? So Wen Ning had cleared the obstacles before them.

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Wei WuXian was so happy that he kicked Lil' Apple. Lil' Apple shouted in anger, kicking its hind legs as though to shake him off its back. Just in time, Lan WangJi pulled the rein tight. Wei WuXian hugged Lil' Apple's neck, "It's fine, it's fine. That's just how it is. It only kicks a few times. Let's continue. Then, really, what is it called?"

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With this journey to Yiling, it was clear that their future was still unclear, even somewhat dangerous. Wei WuXian couldn't get himself to feel nervous at all. Sitting on a donkey with Lan WangJi holding the rein, leading them down the path, his entire heart was fluttering, feeling as though he was walking on air. Even if a bunch of sects suddenly attacked from beside the road, aside from destroying the scene and spoiling his mood, he thought that he wouldn't find it too bad. He even had the spirit to enjoy the fields under the moonlight, pulling out the bamboo flute at his waist. As natural as ever, he played a tune.

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Lan WangJi walked closer and gave him the jars of Emperor's Smile. Jars in his arm, Wei WuXian walked inside. To his back, Lan WangJi shook his head, though his gaze was softer than ever. Lan XiChen glanced at him, "You took them from your room?"

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Lan XiChen had taught Jin GuangYao the Song of Clarity, keeping in mind the grudge between Jin GuangYao and Nie MingJue, hoping that they could be how they used to be. He requested Jin GuangYao to help calm Nie MingJue in place of him. Who would've known that his kindness made possible Jin GuangYao's cruelty? How should he face himself now?

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Their heads pressed close together, and Lan WangJi's voice was right by his ear, low and magnetic. Wei WuXian's hand trembled lightly. The book had almost fallen off. He finally steadied himself and forcibly tore his eyes away from Lan WangJi's long, white fingers. He concentrated on comparing the two, "Ah, these two pages."

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Lan XiChen nodded, "Young Master Wei, no need to worry. Before the truth is entirely revealed, I will not be partial to either side or reveal your whereabouts. Or else, I would not have allowed WangJi to take you to my Hanshi or helped with your injuries."

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Lan WangJi, "The Cloud Recesses."

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He hadn't experienced the feeling of having somebody at his side when he had gotten hurt and woke up for a long time.

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Jin Ling's sword stabbed right through. The wound hadn't been shallow at all. How it healed within four days without even leaving a scar behind meant that high level medicine of the GusuLan Sect had to have been necessary. Wei WuXian thanked him, mocking himself along the way, "I've reincarnated but somehow I've become even weaker. I couldn't keep going after just a single stab."

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