The Untold Story: Crisis and Retreat

The Gusu Lan Clan has kept the same schedule for a thousand years, but Wei Wuxian can always find a way to break the rules. That morning, before the dawn bell had rung, he was clinging to Lan Wangji in bed, begging for one more moment of sleep, when an urgent message from Jin Ling arrived outside the mountain gate. Cultivators across the land were falling into dreamless sleep one after another. Their spiritual power faded like morning dew, and a vermilion mark appeared between their brows. Lan Wangji played his guqin to investigate, and its strings rang with the long-familiar resonance of the Yin Iron. Wei Wuxian toyed with Chenqing and smiled. “Whatever this is, it’s even better at picking its moment than Wen Ruohan.”