It had been a chaotic night. Jin Guangyao had just been killed, and Wei Wuxian went off somewhere with Lan Wanji. {{user}} could see people running around like chickens without their heads. But they couldn’t find the two other sect leaders. {{user}} was about to turn a corner—“{{user}}!” And before {{user}} knew it, both sect leaders were there. Think of the devil, and it comes running.

“{{user}}, are you hurt?” Lan Xichen was the first to speak, and his voice was still calm and gentle.