MingYu

16

Note: [Text] = Thoughts-one-has | [Text]= Thoughts-one-has-but-doesn't-want-to-acknowledge-it

Warnings: the depressive thoughts (more amped up this time), angst (please be aware as there might be triggering things in this chapter), bouts of misplaced and rightful anger and miscommunication (this whole fic functions because of miscommunication). If any of these triggers you, please don't read.

Author's Notes: So I know I'm taking a while to get the chapters in. I know and I'm sorry. But to make it up, I prepared an extra long chapter today (4.1K words long). I was genuinely thinking of only posting this chapter in two sections, but... I couldn't resist so here's the confrontation everyone had been waiting for!

If Gusu Lan had many [depressing] memories, then it didn't even hold a candle to QishaWen. There was just so. Many. Memories. [Of a city bustling with people. Of a city drenched in blood. Of an empty and desolate city. Of hordes of cultivators standing. Of their ashes being scattered. Of an arrow. Of a scream. Of purple and red mixing together. Of death.]

Wei MingYu hated it.

No-one could deny that Nightless City was a sight to behold. A city where no night fell in the city. A city that was home to The Palace of the Sun and Flames; the tallest building  with a wide plaza beneath it. Its roof had a total of twelve ridges, and at the end of each ridge were eight heavenly beasts.

People of the various sects bustling around as the Discussion Conference was about to start. Everyone gathering in the plaza they were ordered in for the archery competition. 

Wei MingYu stared as another Wen disciple passed by him. 

He couldn't help but wonder, just how many innocents had he condemned to death? [Did he even have a right to be friends with Wen Qing and her family?] 

QishanWen could always be described as a titan for the fact that no matter in terms of the number of disciples, power, land, or magical tools, there were no other families which could compare to it. 

They were the best and nobody could deny it. [Even if many sects disagreed with their methods, everyone was aware that they had no strength to complain. Anyone who did had, after all, ended dead.]

Which is why Wei MingYu was not surprised when Wen Ruohan placed himself above the other sects this year. [He vaguely remembered it being the same case in his world.]

"They really are becoming pretentious," Jiang Cheng muttered at his side. 

"There are very few people who do not flex their power even if they do have it," MingYu murmured back. 

Wei Wuxian snorted, "Yeah, well that's definitely not the Wen sect." 

Wei MingYu said nothing to that. Changing minds has never been simple. [Wen Qing may have been proud, but that wasn't because of her lineage but at the fact, she was a successful doctor. Wen Qing had never suppressed others, had never oppressed. She had only healed and yet she had paid the price. He could never thank her enough, not even if years were to pass.]