He really must have been a scholar, before the Meng Po Tang, he's certain of it. He's always thinking, calculating, plotting his next moves.
Jise Gui schemes, works and fights his way out of the Ghost Valley. It would go better for him if he knew who his worst enemy really was.
"I know, I know," Xue Yang interrupted. "You don't want to talk about it, and I'm not gonna make you, Daozhang, don't worry." He had the hem of Xiao Xingchen's wide sleeve between his fingers—just enough to draw him in by, to keep him aware of his friend's physical presence. "Just let me guess. You don't even have to tell me if I'm right, if you don't want to."
He would, though, Xue Yang was sure.
Jin Guangyao's most loyal companion helps him relax after a stressful day.
Lan Yi had a long time to think, while she was trapped in Cold Pond Cave suppressing the Yin Iron: about her relationship with her clan and her sect, about power, and about her lost lover, Baoshan Sanren.
The weather's getting colder, so Xue Yang makes a healthy warm drink for Xiao Xingchen and A-Qing at the coffin home in Yi City. What they don't know won't hurt them (for now).