His last memory was of the mass grave siege. Thousands of monks shouted to kill Zhentian, but he was unable to fight anymore. But now...
"Is this here?" He propped himself up, surrounded by unfamiliar streets and alleys, filled with mud and sewage flowing across them. A towering city wall could be seen vaguely in the distance, its style was different from any other city he knew.
A faint sobbing sound caught his attention in the rain. Wei Wuxian followed the sound and saw a small figure huddled under a dilapidated roof.
It was a child of about four or five years old, dressed in ragged clothes, soaked to the skin, and shivering from the cold. When Wei Wuxian came closer and saw the child's face clearly, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
Although the little face was dirty, it was exactly the same as he remembered when he was a child.
"Kid, you..." Wei Wuxian knelt down and his voice softened unconsciously.
The child raised his head, revealing a pair of bright eyes just like his, and said timidly: "My, my name is Wei Ying."
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