“If you died,” Huaisang started, not knowing quite where he was going with this. “I mean, you did die, da-ge, but if someone had killed you… what would you want to happen next?”
In the wake of Nie Mingjue’s death, Nie Huaisang realises how much he’s been left in ignorance. How could the artsy little brother be left to run their ancestral asteroid-mining clan? What other secrets are hidden in his san-ge’s past? And how should he get revenge?
Maybe having da-ge’s personality backed up on a server was supposed to help with all this. Maybe.
Mourning Wei Ying and trying to find out what his place should be in a world where he is dead, alpha Lan Wangji meets Song Zichen, a beta rogue cultivator who is searching for his own lost friend. Their friendship helps both of them, but the strictures of the cultivation world threaten it.
He stood up and held his sheets of paper in front of him, imitating a month-by-month calendar bound at the top. Damn it, Nie Huaisang wasn't going to let this gnomic little vice-general embarrass him, not when he was actually an artistic genius.
"Imagine the appeal, to both the cultivation world and mundane society," he said grandly, "of The Most Recognisable Asses of the Sunshot Campaign, in calendar format!"
Lan Wangji will never tell Wei Wuxian what he did after the massacre at Nightless City—what his brother would call the only mistake he ever made. Nor will he forget it himself.