It was late in the afternoon, the sun setting over the tall mountains of gusu lan. Birds were returning to their homes, the rabbits falling asleep, and bats leaving to find food.

There had been multiple reports of a group of troublesome ghosts in a nearby village, so a nighthunt was organised. They would leave at 8pm.

The time came quickly, and the juniors and Lan zhan were departing. Wei wuxian had matters to attend to so he couldn't go, instead deciding to send a small paper man talisman to follow his husband and ensure his safety.

The lans set off into the forest, a strong breeze flowing through the gaps of the trees. The paper talisman, unknown to lan zhan, began to flutter and soon blew away, scrambling in the air before being blown into a tree, being ripped on the torso. Not good.

Those talismans were part of wei wuxians soul. If they were harmed, he took the consequence.