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The air around them was thick with resentful energies. The mountain was looming upon them like an executioner gleefully awaiting a new victim. A number cultivators flew across the sky on their swords. One was holding someone in a tight grip. That someone was wearing the notable purple robes that belonged to recently decimated Yunmeng Jiang sect. Burn to ground for their so called defiance towards the "great" and "mighty" Qishan Wen.
The cultivator leading the entourage, dressed in a sun themed robe befitting a young lord, was rambling something with nefarious glee over the fate of the young heir of Yunmeng Jiang, Jiang Cheng.
"Look at where we are now, Jiang Wanyin!", Wen Chao said towards the limp figure gripped tight by his faithful servant, Wen Zhuliu. "Do you know where you are now? This is the Burial Mounds. They say that the restless spirits here are so resentful that anything or anyone that enters no longer comes out. What fate awaits you?", he laughed.
Jiang Cheng did not answer him. Too weak from the tortures they inflicted and too numb from the emptiness of the once Golden Core that laid within his chest. At the very least, his shixiong and sister had made their way to safety...
Even if he could never join them again...
He was too weak... Too useless...
Always... Second best... Never enough...
A smack to his face stirred Jiang Cheng from his downward thoughts. Wen Chao was looking at him with a mixture of disgust, cruelty and mocking.
"Tsk.. Tsk...Tsk... Not listening to people are you? Just how arrogant do you think you are huh!? This is why your sect deserves to burn! ". The words that came out of that bastard's spiked a small surge of rage. He gave his best glare to the asshole responsible for the many deaths of his family and sect. "Hmph! No matter." Wen Chao sneered. "I planned to have Wei Wuxian thrown here for his insolence but I suppose you are the second best option. In the end, nothing will be left of you and when I finally throw that fool Wei Wuxian here, he'll find nothing but your bones here! What? Do you have nothing to say for yourself? No words for mercy? I might be inclined to hear you out." he said in taunting tone.
His captive's gaze went down but his mouth mumbled something.
Irritated, Wen Chao shouted, "What was that!? Speak louder or have you become useless to speak as well?".
Jiang Cheng looked up, his eyes like raging storm that offers no mercy. "I said...May Hell itself come claim your ashes, cause when I’m done with you and your fucking sect, Death itself will have to pry me from your rotten corpse!" he cursed.
Anger swelled inside Wen Chao. "You dare curse me!? Truly your good for nothing dead parents never taught you to respect your betters!" and ordered Wen Zhuliu to throw Jiang Cheng into the abyss.
There was no scream as he fell.
With that, the Burial Mounds has claimed another innocent soul into its darkness.