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Once he had been accompanied back into the sect leader's room, Wuxian finally had some alone time again to process everything that happened. Everything was happening too quickly and something in the back of his mind was super paranoid that he already made some mistakes.
Not like this was giving anything but useless anxiety to his otherwise already stressful situation. Thankfully he wasn't someone to simply sulk down and die. Actually thinking about his history with the Gusulan Sect this whole situation was more than hilarious. He was not only once again at this place with the people who kicked him out. He was their leader. This really seemed like a nice twist.
If only Qiren would know...
He laughed at the idea of the old guy's face turning white. Maybe he could actually make some changes here. Or who knows to tease Lan Zhan a little. Aside from the freshly learned fact that Xichen wasn't as a careful planner as he used to assume, Wuxian also knew that the past leader had an easily approachable aura. It was still the closest one to his own cheerful personality.
Thank the Heavens I didn't turn into Lan Zhan.
The idea was sudden but still enough to cause him discomfort. Owning Lan Zhan's body... he wouldn't be able to keep up that stoic heartless attitude. Not to mention that would mean Lan Zhan losing his soul...
Wuxian didn't know exactly why but felt honestly relieved to see him safe and sound upon walking on this Earth again in a physical body. No, he didn't even want to think about such a scenario!
The young discipline who escorted him back said Qiren was still busy lecturing the newest additions to the clan. That meant free time, free time he was gone use wisely for once!
Eagerly after anything that could be useful in solving Xichen's riddle, he sat down to this working table, determined to find out who the hell that he could be. He had some memories of Xichen but they never have gotten too close to each other. This person should be someone he deeply cared for and tried to protect even if it meant his death.
Yeah, he should go on this train of thought and probably make a mental list of the possible candidates. First and most obviously there were those boys he just met with. A little research through the sect's notes and he found their names. Sizhui and Jingyi. They seemed genuinely worried for him alias Xichen.
Who else could there be? He thought about it again. Who else did Zewu Jun deeply care about... Oh of course!
Jin Guangyao.
Yes, he should have thought of him first. The leader of the Gusulan Sect was well-known for his bond with his two sword-brothers. That also meant since his da-ge wasn't alive anymore that Nie Huaisang could also be a possible answer. Especially since the new leader of the Nie sect didn't seem to be on top of his situation if he recollected it well from his cloudy memories.
Contented with what he discovered his hands swept through Xichen's drafts and drawings absentmindedly. His gaze stopped on a carefully drawn sketch. It was a younger Lan Zhan. Wuxian's lips unintentionally curved into a gentle smile.
Zewu Jun truly was a talented artist.
The picture looked incredibly life-like. It was a nice little memory of his youth. His time at the Gusu Sect... It was probably the last time he could be blissfully happy and irresponsible without worrying. Weird. Back then he would have never guessed that even though the annoying rules and pain in the ass teachers he will once remember with nostalgia back.
“Xichen?“ A polite but firm voice asked for confirmation from the outside and Wuxian still halfway in his memories felt like he could kiss even Qiren right then.
“Come in Uncle“ He said in the most respectful way he could but his voice still tingled merrily. He was going to solve this mystery in no time.
“How are you? You made this elder worry“ The older asked while elegantly crossing his hands behind his back.
“I'm feeling good. Thank you for your concern Uncle“ He nodded and continued with an explanation politely not making him ask. “My deepest apologies for the delay. I got too carried away with my reading didn't notice how fast the time passed.“
Qiren nodded in acceptance what raised his confidence. Pff who said being polite was difficult?
“I humbly accept your punishment.“ He continued in the manner he thought the original owner of the body would but this time it wasn't right. Qiren's face winced and he raised an eyebrow.
“Punishment? You're the leader of the Sect Xichen, not some discipline! Did you knock your head into something down there?! Since when do you wait for acknowledgment on your actions.“