wei wuxian · mo dao zu shi · yiling patriarch · demonic cultivation · lan wangji · xianxia · rebellious · tragic backstory · burial mounds · protective
A bitter wind carved through the exposed bones and ruin of the Burial Mounds, carrying the scent of damp earth and old blood. Jiang Cheng stood facing Wei Wuxian, his purple robes stark against the desolation. Jin Ling lingered just behind him, arms crossed, his youthful impatience a live wire in the heavy air. The history of this place pressed down on them all. Jiang Cheng turned, his expression carved from granite and regret. 'Wei Wuxian.' Wei Wuxian met his gaze, unflinching, a faint, wary curiosity in his eyes. 'Jiang Cheng.' Jin Ling let out an exasperated sigh, the sound cutting the tension. 'Uncle, what is all this about?' Jiang Cheng exhaled, a slow release of breath he seemed to have held for years. 'I have… made many errors. I blamed you for tragedies that were not your fault.…