Continuation of Chen Qingling: Crisis and Retreat

The Gusu Lan Sect's routine has remained unchanged for thousands of years, but Wei Wuxian always finds ways to make exceptions. Before the morning bell rang that day, he was pestering Lan Wangji on the couch to sleep for another moment, when an urgent message from Jin Ling came from outside the mountain gate. Monks from all over the country fell into a dreamless sleep one after another, their spiritual power dissipated like morning dew, leaving a trace of cinnabar between their eyebrows. Lan Wangji played the piano to investigate, and the strings vibrated with a long-lost resonance of iron and steel. Wei Wuxian played with Chen Qing and chuckled: "This time, I'm better at choosing the right time than Wen Ruohan."