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As Jin Zixuan flies toward QiongQi Way as he arrives he sees not only a guard formation being tossed around like dolls by the Ghost General but also Jin Zixun picking up a shabby box that must belong to Wei Ying. As he nears the ground he hears Jin Zixun beginning to insult the Yiling Patriarch. As Jin Zixuan lands he speaks with all the power of the next head of the Jin family “Both of you must stop! Jin Zixun you better hand over that box.” holding his hand out forcefully he turns toward his cousin “ Why must you rush off without evidence? How sure are you that Wei Wuxian placed this curse on you?”
Jin Zixun gapes at his cousin griping the gift box tightly “ Would you pick him over me? Just because he is your wife’s younger brother! He will leave a bad mark on you and all that pertains to your family!” Glaring at his cousin sharply Jin Zixuan quickly steps over and rips the gift box from his hand “ENOUGH!” turning toward Wei Ying he holds out the box noticing that it is meant for his son. Ignoring his cousin's indigent huffing and sputtering behind him. Wei Ying's gaze fills with sorrow and regret as he stares at his sister’s husband “Please keep it, although I wish to see my sister, I do not wish to be the cause of any more discord for you or her.” Bringing old flame up to his lips he plays two quick notes calling Wen Ning back to his side.
Wen Ning lands silently behind Wei Ying, his ominous and overflowing darkness rippling and eddying around them all. Jin Zixun’s gaze darkens as his grip tightens on his sword feeling a rush of betrayal and disbelief “I will break this curse without your interference then cousin!” Knocking his cousin to the side he begins to rush toward Wei Ying with his sword poised to stab through his heart. His momentum is brought to a sudden and painful halt as he feels cold fingers wrap around his neck squeezing the very life out of him. Jin Zixun’s eyes bulge out of his skull right before a loud snap is heard. His lifeless body is tossed from Wen Ning’s hand as he steps toward Jin Zixuan, a murderous aura rippling out of him. “Wen Ning No!” Wei Ying shouts before again rapidly playing two notes calling the still raging Wen Ning to his side. “ I did not want this! I’m Sorry!” Wei Ying cries before turning and rapidly fleeing with Wen Ning flowing along behind him blocking any wayward attack.
{On top of the cliff side}
Su She stares down at the flute resting in his trembling hands. He had failed. what was his master going to do now and could he handle the consequences.