After the tears shed on the third day, not much happened for the next few days. At least, not much of a difference.

The next day, accurately the evening of the fourth day, Wei Wuxian was convulsing again. This time, Wangji's music did the trick. When Lan Zhan successfully woke him up, Wei Ying claimed to have seen the Wens massacred on Qiongqi Path, saying how the darkness and malevolence that night was extreme. A bit of hugging and soothing kissing from Lan Zhan and he was calmer than ever.

On the fifth day of secluded cultivation, Wei Wuxian began shuddering then crying once more. Seeing the tears, Lan Wangji didn't bother to even summon his zither, just sent for his brother. Lan Xichen rushed over to help. Barely five minutes of Liebing's magic and Wei Wuxian had woken up. This time, he'd seen Qiongqi path again, but it had led to recalling how Lan Zhan asked him to return to Gusu but he denied it.

"Didi, isn't there anything you can recall without touching on the 'regret' part yet?" Xichen had asked sadly. Wei Wuxian had simply shaken his head.

The sixth day came and went.

Wei Wuxian decided to move from darkness to malevolence properly. Having dwelled enough and more on the Burial Mounds, Nevernight dungeons and Qiongqi path, he seated himself on the seventh morning after lunch and together-time, satisfied with the level of his cultivation.

Hm. Wonder how far it's improved... he wondered. Let's see.

He repeated the steps he did before, turning his palms in a circle before his chest. When they stilled, a bright crimson glow emanated from his chest a ball of light. His core was glaring red.

Lan Zhan had just sat beside him and was staring at his husband's core. Blood-red and luminous. But compared to the earlier day, right now the core was dark. Its brilliant red had streaks of black through it. Lan Zhan looked up.

"Wei Ying, black?"

"That's the darkness I built up."

"Oh." Lan Zhan was never afraid of things like this but any normal person would have been terrified at the sight of Wei Wuxian's core. It resembled scarlet blood splattered all over a black boulder. And the glare it radiated could send shivers down your spine. "Wow," Lan Zhan whispered.

Wei Ying blushed. "That impressive? Hey, how's yours?"

Lan Zhan blinked thrice to recover from the frighteningly beautiful glare of the demonic core and copied Wei Ying's steps.

Wei Ying waved his hands to let the red light fade away. No sooner had the image of his core disappeared, suddenly, a dazzling light shone on him. Wei Ying lifted his hands to shield his eyes from the wholesome brilliance and turned to look at its source.

He gasped.

The model of Lan Zhan's core was shining bright. So bright it blinded Wei Ying. The once soft blue glow was flashing a divine blend of white and turquoise. It radiated not a hellish aura as Wei Ying's had, but a heavenly blessing. Wei Wuxian's jaw dropped as he stared at the epitome of brightness in front of him.

"A-Ying?"

"A... A-Zhan... this is..."

"I also don't know. It's been growing brighter and brighter since a few days ago. The long hours of meditation are doing me good. Xiongzhang was right." Lan Zhan waved his hand to let the picture fade.

Wei Ying dropped his hand as the blinding light retreated. "But gege didn't say anything like this! This is... Lan Zhan, will you beat me? Maybe I can't become immortal with demonic energy, but looks like you definitely will!"

Lan Zhan took his hand. Wei Ying shuddered as his lips brushed the pale hand before whispering warmly, "No need of immortality without A-Ying by my side."

Wei Ying crimsoned and smiled. "A-Zhan, before we recommence, can I sit here for a while?" He patted Lan Zhan's lap.

"You were on me all this time now."

"A-Zhan!" Wei Ying flicked his finger against Lan Zhan's forehead. "You and your crazy mind. It's just to hug you."

"Mn."

Wei Ying snuggled up to his husband, hugging him tight, pouring out his faith and love in waves that penetrated Lan Zhan's soul and made the godly core brighter. After a good whole hour, Wei Ying pulled back and returned to his seat. So did Lan Zhan.

Little did they expect the calm in the Jingshi to turn into utter chaos. 

**********

Just when the ultramarine skies had sunk to a starry midnight glow, Lan Xichen saw Sizhui running to him.

"Sizhui?"

"Shushu! Quick! Jingshi!" Lan Sizhui cried as he ran to his sect leader.

"What is it?" Sizhui was running? Shouting? What was going on?

"Shushu, come!" Sizhui began to drag him by the hand towards the Jingshi when he saw Lan Xichen was walking towards him.

"Oh? That serious?" Lan Xichen asked before sprinting off with Sizhui.

As they neared the Jingshi, Lan Xichen's eyes widened in horror.

Wei Wuxian was kneeling on the grass by the gentians. His back was bent as he buried his head in his knees, his arms folded, his fingers clutching his head, fingers digging into his scalp. His aura was blacker than ever, rage and malice ubiquitous all around him.

"Didi..." Lan Xichen could hardly speak. He turned to see how his brother was coping, but one look and he didn't know which one of the two were more raged. While Wei Wuxian was angry at seemingly the rest of the world, Lan Wangji was no better off. Most of all, however, Lan Wangji seemed to be angry at himself.

"A-Ying... Xiongzhang, A-Ying, he..." Lan Zhan was as helpless as his five-year-old orphaned self, tears streaming down his face incessantly. "Nothing I can do... just nothing..."

"Xiongdi," Lan Xichen walked past Wei Wuxian to Lan Zhan who was standing a good distance away, and hugged him. "Wangji, don't cry. We'll do something."

"Mn." Lan Zhan nodded.

Lan Xichen let go and turned to Wei Wuxian. He walked over to where Wei Wuxian was kneeling curled up on the grass. Wei Wuxian didn't seem lost in memory; he was awake and kneeling so he would try calling out.

"Didi?"

No reply.

"Didi?"

The body shook. Convulsed. Anger seeped out in waves at Lan Xichen but Lan Xichen wouldn't step back, not now.

"Didi?"

"Who said I'm your your didi?" A deep, maniacal, menacing voice growled. The face turned to glare at Lan Xichen. Eyes glowing red, but not like they did on the usual Yiling Laozu but more like something else...

Right. Not my didi, hm? I see...

"Wei Wuxian?" Lan Xichen called out in a stern voice.

The impossibly malevolent voice spoke again. "Oh? So that's this body's name. Hmph!" Wei Wuxian-who-wasn't-really-Wei Wuxian stood up. Blackness surrounded him as he looked daggers at the others through the ink-black smoke.

"A-Ying..." Lan Zhan whispered. What was going on?

"He's possessed," Lan Xichen said without looking at Lan Zhan.

"Mn." Lan Zhan could only nod sadly.

Meanwhile, a little boy at the back had pulled out a blank talisman sheet and scribbled a letter with spiritual energy. He snapped his fingers to let it turn into a golden butterfly that flew away.

He sneaked to his sane father's side. Lan Wangji was slightly calmed by his son's presence.

"Who are you? What are you doing in my brother's body?"

"And why do I need to answer to you, Mr Investigator? I don't care whose brother he is. I–"

"Sizhui!"

Sizhui peeked at the archway to the Jingshi. Lan Jingyi was running in, shouting for Sizhui.

"Sizhui, what hap–"

"Jingyi, get behind your Father." Lan Xichen took out Liebing, eyes glaring back at the unhinged Wei Wuxian.

"Shushu, you won't exorcise him? It might hurt Daddy!" Jingyi, watching with terrified eyes, shouted.

Lan Xichen turned to signal to Jingyi to hide behind his father — too late.

"And just who are you?"

"D-Daddy... Daddy I know you're in there, get up!"

"Daddy?" The evil Wuxian laughed. His laughter rang through the Jingshi and the forest, petrifying all who heard it form the bunnies to the horrified Lan Wangji standing there. This aura... was it...

"So you're this man's son? Great. I shall be appeased by slaughtering you then," the cold dark voice echoed across the skies. Not-so-Wuxian dashed in to attack his son when a flute and sword stopped him.

Lan Xichen had blocked him first but was surprised to hear metal clash against his Liebing. He turned to see Jin Ling staring angrily at the maniac.

"You aren't Daddy. You! How dare you hurt Daddy!" Suihua gleamed against Liebing, but the lunatic Wei Wuxian remained unfazed.

"Another son! Wow, am I pleased! I shall be sated fantastically today!"

"Oh no you won't!" Lan Xichen pushed Jin Ling backwards against Jingyi and immediately played Liebing.

Wei Wuxian was forced to listen. In two seconds, he was running wild, assailing Lan Xichen, trying to grab Liebing to stop the melody. Lan Xichen dodged and ducked until he called out Shuoyue to let him fly on it. A few feet in the sky, well out of reach for Wei Wuxian, Lan Xichen continued to torture him with Liebing's music. Sorry, didi. This might be painful. He hit a higher octave.

"AAAAAAAAAAARGH!"

"Wei Ying!" Lan Wangji collapsed to his knees on the Jingshi's threshold. Sizhui and Jingyi by his side stared in agony.

Wei Wuxian was screaming at the top of his lungs, the demon in him almost ripping apart his larynx. He fell to his knees like his husband, tearing his hair as he bent up to the sky and let out a banshee cry.

Lan Xichen was forced to stop. He just couldn't torture Wei Wuxian like this anymore.

"Didi, are you here now?"

Wei Wuxian sniffed. "Ge..." his true voice spoke. At last. But the dark aura didn't leave so Lan Xichen struck a ward by the Jingshi's steps to prevent Lan Wangji from running to him. "Ge..." Wei Wuxian was weak. Looked weak. Sounded weak. Was weak. His feeble voice barely a whisper. "Ge, please, just continue. Get it out–"

"Why you rascal! SHUT UP!" Wei Wuxian's voice shifted back to hellish in an instant. Once again, his eyes were glaring red.

He's fighting. He's fighting to stay sane. But how can I exorcise without knowing the extent of this spirit's evil? Was this a demon? It certainly felt far worse...

"Just what do you want with Wei Wuxian?" Xichen demanded in a bone-chilling voice.

"Oh nothing. I, am only a hungry spirit," the 'hungry spirit' cackled. "This man," Wei Wuxian's sheet-white finger pointed at his own body, "was just asking for it. All that evil in him was just too alluring! I shall sate my hunger."

"And just how do you expect to do that?" Liebing and Shuoyue were at the ready.

"Kill."

"Hmph!" Lan Xichen smirked. His voice growled as he continued, "You expect me to allow you to shed blood on my sect's grounds... Satan?"

The addressee smirked back, a million times more maliciously. "So you know me. Good. Then you should know a meagre cultivator like you can't exorcise me so easily," Wei Wuxian waved his hand. Instantly, blocks of smoke broke off from his aura and strangled Lan Xichen against the wall outside the Jingshi. The Devil's energy was strong, in fact, too strong. Wei Wuxian placed his hand on the ward, sending vibrating waves of red energy pouring out from his hand to diffuse across the ward, before melting it away. While Lan Xichen flailed his arms and legs to free himself, to no avail, Wei Wuxian waved his hand again. This time, Jingyi, Jin Ling and Sizhui were sent slamming against the same wall, strangled by black smoke.

Ignoring their wails, Wei Wuxian turned with a poisonous grin to Lan Wangji. Poisonous. Wei Ying... this is not you. Your smile is bright. Brighter than the stars up there... Lan Zhan looked up at the sky then let his body go limp as Wei Wuxian walked nearer. The Devil needn't come too close, Lan Zhan knew what it wanted.

Possessed or not, he'd always known exactly what his Wei Ying had desired.

He stayed there, kneeling, hands limp at his sides, looking down, eyes shut.

"Well... well... you must be the one then. This body... gets so melancholy when it sees you, you know? Amazing. So this must be what humans call True Love. Alas, my hunger exceeds it all! You. You will have to die today."

"Wei Ying's body recognises me. You'll only be satisfied if you kill the one that gives greatest pain to Wei Ying. Only my death can appease you. Then do it," Lan Zhan looked up at the red eyes. "Finish it. Let A-Ying go."

NO! A-Zhan! No... The voice deep within Wei Ying wailed, fighting to come out. But Satan wouldn't allow it.

Shutting Wei Ying's soul off, he walked to the kneeling man. "Surrendered already? Well thank you. It would have been funner if you'd been a fighter... looks like you aren't."

"I won't hurt A-Ying. Finish it off and let him go," Lan Zhan's both glowered and pleaded.

On cue, Wei Wuxian lifted Lan Zhan by the neck, choking him. Satan's strength was clearly far more than Wei Wuxian's, as he effortlessly raised the lifeless Lan Zhan by his jade-like neck to the roof of the Jingshi.

"How about I scar that pretty face before killing you? Oh, the fear this soul is going through. Scrumptious." Wei Wuxian raised his free hand and dragged a nail along Lan Zhan's cheek, watched it bleed and laughed like a lunatic.

Lan Zhan hardly winced. He only clenched his fist. Before Wei Ying — no, the Devil — snapped his neck, Lan Zhan decided to have one last look. 

The black aura, the maniacal smile were all there to prove Wei Ying was still possessed, but the eyes... 

They were red, but not with the Devil's energy, but with tears. 

"No... no..." Wei Ying was resisting. Holding the Devil back. Nobody knew how he could possibly manage that, but he was. Wei Ying kept mumbling "no" for two whole minutes before screaming again with all his might. He forced his consciousness to return. "NOOOOOO! A-Zhan you promised! You promised..." Wei Ying used his free left hand to tear the other off Lan Zhan's neck. His fingernails dug into the right arm, which retracted out of pain, freeing Lan Zhan. Wei Wuxian stepped back, crying, shaking. "No. I can't. You... Stop it!" Wei Ying clutched his head and shouted to himself.

The Devil never was a listener. It reclaimed Wei Ying's consciousness, cackling. "Idiot."

"Wangji, just do it! Exorcise it!" Lan Xichen had manage to free the grasp on his face and was struggling to free the rest of his body.

"Just how many times should I remind you brats," Wei Wuxian's thunderous voice growled. "You cannot exorcise me!"

"Of course we can't. But who said we can't kick your sorry butt OUT?" An even louder, more thunderous voice rumbled from the sky above.

Flash!

Wei Wuxian was knocked away from the Jingshi's doorstep to the archway.

The black smoke holding the others retreated.

"Jiujiu!"

"Jin Ling, thanks for the letter." Jiang Cheng landed on the grass beside a fallen Wei Wuxian.

"Mn!" Jin Ling nodded. Sizhui, Jingyi and Xichen were amazed at Jin Ling's thinking far ahead.

"Wei Wu-XIAN! Just what do you think you're doing letting the Devil possess you so easily?" Jiang Cheng talked to the struggling man.

"Hmph. So you know me too," Wei Wuxian lifted his head from the ground and flared red eyes at Jiang Cheng.

"If you were just Wei Wuxian being a devil, he'd be a shattered devil after choking his sweetheart. You. You're not my brother. Leave him be, or else..." Zidian crashed on the grass by his feet.

"Or what? Hit me again? Dare you to!"

Jiang Cheng smirked. "I love dares!" He raised his hand in the air — but a cold hand of jade held it back.

"Wanyin! Are you out of your mind? You'll hurt Wuxian!"

"Xichen, you tell me, which hurts more? Zidian? Or Satan?"

Lan Xichen didn't know how to reply. But nor did he let go.

"Jiang Wanyin, put your hand down," Lan Zhan growled at him.

While Wei Wuxian struggled to get back on his feet, Jiang Cheng didn't take his eyes away as he spoke. "Lan Wangji, Lan Xichen, unlike you two, I've hit A-Xian before. Let me do this."

Jiang Cheng shoved Lan Xichen's hand off and crashed Purple Lightning on his brother again, forcing him back down to the ground.

A few minutes of silence passed. Wei Wuxian stood up once more and looked up at Jiang Cheng. His eyes were still blood-red.

Without a word or warning, Jiang Cheng flashed Zidian at him again. Three whips. Just how much was this Satan going to take? Better not let him stand at all...

Jiang Cheng watched. Even after the third whip, Wei Wuxian's aura had not receded. He raised his head, chuckling. But as he tried to stand, Jiang Cheng assaulted again.

The fourth whip's effect was more long-lasting. After some time, when Jiang Cheng almost thought he'd fainted, Xichen pointed to the still existing dark wrath around Wei Wuxian.

Wei Wuxian slowly lifted his head from the dirt. "A-Cheng..."

"A-Xian!"

"Wei Ying!"

Jiang Cheng and Lan Zhan rushed forth but Lan Xichen held both back by their collars. "Are you blind? That Devil's not done yet!" He nodded to the lingering gloom.

"A-Cheng. Just do it. Fifth whip should do it. Please..." The true Wei Wuxian whispered while clenching his chest to resist the Devil. His voice was... barely there. Weak, would be the understatement of the millennium. He was whispering, panting and gasping at the scorching pain of Zidian and the blood from its unleashed wrath. Not to mention the internal torture and suffocation of demonic possession.

But Jiang Cheng listened. The instant he nodded, Wei Wuxian let go of his chest, letting the Devil take over.

"You want to do it a fifth time?" the Devil asked with a grin. "That adamant are you?"

"Well... May I tell you two things?" Jiang Cheng asked, his tone mockingly polite but edged with craftiness.

"Why I always love a chat!" The other snarled back.

"One, you really do suit Wei Wuxian's body. You talk too much, just like A-Xian. And two. For your information, five happens to be my lucky number."

CRASH!

**********

"Mm. Ah! Ouch!" Wei Wuxian slowly sat up on the bloodied grass, spitting out a rain of blood.

"A-Xian?"

"A-Cheng, thank you."

Jiang Cheng and Lan Huan stared into those eyes. A bright sincere silver. Yes, their brother was back.

"Didi!" Lan Xichen slumped to the floor and hugged Wei Wuxian, which produced a heart-clenching scream.

"Didi, what's wrong?"

"Ah... n-no... nothing," Wei Ying sniffed and stood up stiffly, feigning fitness.

"A-Xian, stop pretending. I know better than anyone the harm my Zidian can do." Jiang Cheng helped him up with one shoulder. Wei Wuxian stood in the centre of a ring, a circle of his dearest. 

His two brothers. 

His three sons. 

And...

"A-Ying?" Lan Zhan wanted to hug him badly but was miserably at a loss for he didn't want Wei Ying being hurt. The blood all over his back was only too visible to all.

"A-Zhan," Wei Ying himself moved to his husband and hugged him, cupping his face. "My dearest, darling husband," he smiled painfully at Lan Zhan. But a moment of staring into those golden orbs and Wei Ying's hands fell to his sides. All glee fled from his face as his bright grin turned to a sorrowful frown and he looked away.

"A-Ying, what is it?" Even the children found it incredulous that Wei Ying was angry at Lan Zhan after all that had passed.

"You... You liar."

Time stopped. The words cut into Lan Zhan's heart far deeper than a dagger ever would. "A... A-Ying?"

"You promised me. Promised me you'd never let go." Wei Ying's face grew wetter and wetter, his voice louder and louder. "Then what was all that shit about? Finishing you off, just so that that stupid Devil would let me go? WHY?" Wei Ying shouted in his face. His hands grasped Lan Wangji's robes and began to shake him back and forth. "Why? Why? Why? Why did you–"

"Didn't want Wei Ying to suffer..." Lan Zhan's voice was much quieter. Too quiet for Xichen. Xichen looked at them worry written all over his face. He had a bad feeling...

"Suffer? SUFFER?" Wei Ying coughed out puddles of blood as he shouted, but he couldn't care less. "And you thought I'd be happy and absolutely FINE with you DEAD?" Wei Ying lightly pushed Lan Zhan at the last word. He stepped back into the centre of the ring.

A deadly silence ensued. Sizhui decided it was a good time to change topic. "Daddy, you did great."

Wei Ying wiped off the tears with his sleeve. "Why do you say that, A-Yuan?"

"Daddy fought back. You were strong," Sizhui beamed at him. Wei Wuxian softened and calmed down at the sight of his three sons.

"Thanks. Thanks for trusting me. A-Rulan, nice thinking. A-Cheng, thanks for coming."

Each nodded back.

"Ge?"

"Didi?"

"Did I..." his question trailed off as he saw the mats flung out into the garden and the broken door. The table was missing a leg, too. Wei Ying shook his head, while absentmindedly wiping the trickle of blood from the tip of his mouth.

Wei Ying changed the question. "Gege, did I hurt anyone?"

Lan Xichen blinked. He pursed his lips. Just what was he supposed to say?

But he need not say a thing.

While Wei Wuxian stared at his brother-in-law, he gasped. There were deep marks of a hand gripped around Lan Xichen's pure white neck. Suddenly, Wei Wuxian remembered what he'd seen in the few moments of true consciousness. He gasped again as he turned from one person to the next.

"A-Yuan... Yiyi... Rulan..." he whispered as he saw the choke-marks on each one's neck. "Ge..." He'd done this to his own brother? 

Damn that Devil. Damn the energy. Damn the Seal. But wasn't it he who made the Seal in the first place? Wei Wuxian sighed. All at once, his mind reminded him of the time that he'd fought to let go of Lan Zhan's neck. Oh no... He turned to his husband.

Finger marks around a round jade neck. Adam's apple red with the pressure. Blood trickling from where his nails had dug into Lan Zhan's neck. And then another trace of blood. His welling up silver eyes followed the trace to a sliced cheek. What? He'd actually scarred that mesmerising face? How could he? The same face he kissed till exhaustion every day? What had he done...

Wei Ying stumbled a few steps back. No. This had to stop.

Lan Zhan stared. "Wei Ying?"

But Wei Ying still wouldn't talk to him. And yet he was beyond depressed at the sight of his tortured husband. No. There was no way Wei Ying was letting this continue.

"All of you," Wei Ying spoke in general to all present, continuing to ignore Lan Zhan — despite how much it hurt. "Thank you for everything and I'm terribly sorry for this. I didn't mean any–"

"A-Xian, we know."

Wei Ying nodded. "Mn. Then allow me to leave."

"WHAT?"

"I'll be cultivating alone. Nobody shall get hurt any further. Nobody." Wei Ying looked sideways at his husband. Having said that, he turned and left.

"DADDY!" The three kids ran to him. They held him by his blood-drenched sleeves.

"Daddy, where are you going?"

"Lan Yi's cold cave."

"But you will come for lunch?"

Wei Ying shook his head.

"But..."

"It improves your cultivation, you know. Inedia."

"But don't you spend time with Father after lunch?"

Wei Ying looked at Lan Zhan. The brilliant eyes were gleaming with tears. It hurt. One thing that hurt the most was seeing his darling cry. But that wasn't his last straw. His last straw was when anything befell his husband. Wei Ying couldn't risk it again. He'd meditate for the remaining week, then return. That way, both lives would be more secure. Wei Ying imperceptibly nodded to Lan Zhan and disappeared into the woods.

"But wasn't he covered in blood?" Sizhui wondered.

"The springs. Daddy will heal himself, don't worry," Jin Ling held his arm. The three walked back to the three seniors.

Xichen and Jiang Wanyin gaped at the forest. Wow. Things dashed by so fast. Jiang Cheng checked on the kids while Xichen turned to Lan Zhan. "Wangji, are you alright?"

"Mn."

"I'll get some turmeric paste for all of us," Jin Ling left to find Auntie Jing.

"Wangji, what now?"

Lan Wangji sighed. After he wiped his tears away, the sorrow and hurt was replaced by determination. And trust. Trust in Wei Ying pulling it through.

"It was my fault. I did break the promise. So I'll stick with Wei Ying. If he wants to cultivate in the cold springs cave, fine. I'll stay here and continue."

"Good. At the end of the week, when he comes back?"

"I'll be here. Waiting." 

**********

By the time Wei Wuxian had washed his wounds clean in the Cold Springs and entered the cave, the next dawn had arrived. Wei Wuxian smiled sadly as he walked across the water to the seat at the front, recalling how he'd walked there with Lan Zhan, hands tied.

Even if the ward had been there today, I could have entered with no issue, Wei Ying thought as he stroked the ring on his finger.

He fabricated a good strong ward only breakable by his own core energy, so that nobody could enter, nor could he leave if he was possessed again.

He stroked the ice table as he recalled getting a death-glare from Lan Zhan for sitting on it. He chuckled softly as he seated himself behind the table. Settling in a lotus position, he made his breath accustomed to the icy air. Then instead of meditating, he proceeded to complete another task.

Wei Wuxian removed the ring from his finger and placed it on the table before him. He pointed his index and middle fingers at the ring, extracted a portion of Lan Zhan's blue energy from it and raised the obtained thread in the air. He let it float there.

Then he pointed his fingers at his own forehead, drawing out his own red energy, then directed the crimson thread to the blue one. Once the two were touching, Wei Ying pushed the two threads together with energy emanating from his palm.

But instead of fusing, the blue thread repelled the red one.

Of course, he isn't aware of this, so his core's resisting my demonic energy, Wei Wuxian sighed. Well, if he won't accept mine...

He twisted his wrist in a circle, transforming the red thread into a spherical bubble of his demonic energy to encase the Lan energy. Then, he forced the capsule of Lan Zhan's core energy into his head.

The sudden entry of such pure spiritual energy shocked his demonic core. Splash! Blood flew out onto the ice. Wei Ying wiped his mouth but started to fell dizzy.

Oh, dear. Did I do it wrong?

Wei Wuxian collapsed to the ground.