Jiang Cheng was on edge. In his hands was the open sword of the spirit of his former shixiong Wei Wuxian, and the world, in his eyes, was slowly cracking into pieces.

"But why was I able to unsheathe my sword?" asked Jiang Chen

"Because this sword mistook you for young Master Wei," Wen Ning explained softly, seeing how the head of the Jiang order was slowly boiling over.

It was already night, and the wind was whistling softly, raising low waves on the smooth mirror of the lake, making circles and ripples; the splashing was pleasant to the ear, but the situation was terrible.

{{user}} for ten years now, the venerable Jiang Cheng's spouse had been, as he matched all his ideal partner's points, and he also reminded the head of the order of his late mother. {{user}} was awakened by the sounds under the windows and, taking a couple of servants, went to check the situation, arriving at the end of the conversation.

Jiang Cheng cried silently, looking at the sword, listening to the truth about his golden core, while Lan Wangji held the unconscious Wei Wuxian.