Jiang Cheng marched towards the Burial Mounds, his footsteps heavy and purposeful. Jin Ling followed closely, looking both annoyed and curious. The rest of the group walked behind, each with their own thoughts: Wei Wuxian alongside Lan Wangji, Wen Ning silently observing, and Lan Jingyi with Lan Sizhui trailing behind.

They reached the heart of the Burial Mounds, a place steeped in their shared history. Jiang Cheng stopped and turned to face Wei Wuxian. "Wei Wuxian."

"Jiang Cheng," Wei Wuxian replied, steady.

Jin Ling sighed, breaking the tension. "Uncle, what's this about?"

Jiang Cheng took a deep breath. "I... I've made many mistakes. I blamed you for things beyond your control. I'm sorry."

Wei Wuxian raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise in his eyes. "You? Apologizing? Must be a cold day in (dì yù)."

Lan Wangji gave Wei Wuxian a warning glance but a small smile played at his lips.

"I was blinded by anger," Jiang Cheng continued. "I blamed you unfairly. For that, I apologize."