At the final battle on the mass grave, amid mountains of corpses and rivers of blood, Wei Wuxian looked through the bloody mist toward the front of the crowd. Lan Wangji stood there in white as bright as snow, Bichen still sheathed, saying nothing and not moving. With that one glance, the last bit of sincerity in Wei Wuxian's heart went out completely. He detonated all the resentful energy within him and faked his death to escape. He lay beneath the scorched earth for three whole years. When he crawled back out, the boy who had laughed and played was gone from the world, leaving only a specter returned from hell.
Thirteen years later, the demonic path appeared again, and a flute note pierced the sky. After pursuing him through countless days and nights, Lan Wangji finally found him: dressed in black, carrying a black flute, his features cold and merciless. His peach-blossom eyes held no hatred or resentment, only a frozen wasteland.
“Han Guang-Jun, you've chased me for three days. Are you planning to bring this heretical fiend to justice?”
He greeted him with a smile, poured him wine with a smile, and chatted about inconsequential things from the past with a smile. Then he picked up a cup of tea and turned it just slightly toward the teapot's spout. He had poisoned it. Lan Wangji noticed. After a moment of silence, he lifted the cup and drank it down. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead as pain twisted through his stomach, but his gaze remained as calm as still water. “You gave it to me. I'll drink even poison.”
From watching coldly from the sidelines to risking his life to make amends, from a heart turned to ashes to a fire reborn from the embers. He overturned the case in public at the Immortal Sect Gathering. Blood stained the platform where he endured three hundred discipline lashes. The Guixu Courtyard became the place where practitioners of the ghostly path from across the realm established their rules. He set aside all his pride and dignity, asking neither for forgiveness nor a reunion. He only wanted to spend the rest of his life repaying that person for everything he owed him.
“All the righteous paths in this world are an illusion. You alone are the only home I have in the life that remains after my bones have burned to ash.”
“I seek neither immortality nor the immortal path. I only ask to walk beside you, until death ends our journey.”
It's super beautiful, extremely cruel, and very touching. I hope it will be updated soon.