1 Work by Adaman
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There was a ghost at the end of the pier.
He was sitting on the steps, shoulders bowed under an extra layer of robes, a deep purple, a little too small across the shoulders. Jars of local alcohol sat and rocked at his feet, mostly empty, save the one hanging precariously from one hand. Legs sprawled in front of him, his other hand was fisted on his knee, strangling a piece of paper, the ring on his finger purple, dull and lifeless.
“Wei Wuxian,” The ghost said, deep voice devoid of anything and everything. “If you desecrate my uncles remains, there will be no place you can go, no realm you can flee to, that I will not find you.”
“Ah, A-Ling,” The Yiling Patriarch swayed in place, rocking like one of Lotus Piers boats in a storm. He felt drunk, he hadn’t had a drop, he was lightheaded and heavy-hearted. “What makes you think that’s why I’m here?”
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Or, years after the events of canon, Jiang Cheng dies. That's okay, Wei Wuxian is here to fix it!