Terrifying as Wei Wuxian’s ghosts and fierce corpses were, they were a known danger. He could fend them off with Aituan; at least, long enough to talk his way out. Divine not-horses? Nie Huaisang would rather not risk an angry god’s curse, thank you.
He’d feel bad about setting Wei Wuxian up for a god’s curse, but – well, if his old friend could take down the Xuanwu of Slaughter before he’d invented the ghost path, what god would have a chance now?
“It’s late in the year to travel back,” Zonghui reflected, picking up empty dishes to stack them neatly. “But if Hanguang-jun feels he can serve his sect’s mission best alone….”
Is it too dangerous for us to stay, and risk our own sect’s heir? Nie Huaisang translated. Which was a fair question. One Companion had found Lan Wangji. They didn’t know if others might… decide those of Nie were desirable partners.
They could run. His da-ge would tell them to run, if they were at risk. Dead cultivators served no sects.
…Well. Given who was coming after them, that wasn’t always true.
“And decline Queen Selenay’s invitation?” Nie Huaisang smiled. “We wouldn’t want to offer such an insult where it was not earned.”
We’re two cultivators alone, in a land whose army can be given orders at the speed of thought. If we have to break and run for it, we’ll need to fly. And pray.
“Of all the people on the Council who could have given us trouble about another foreign Chosen, I never expected Father Ricard.”
Leaning against one of the Home Farms road-fences, Kero looked absolutely comfortable in brown leather, no matter what scowl creased her face. Talia tried not to tug at the collar of her Formal Whites. The autumn morning was chill enough to be glad for the layers, but she didn’t usually wear court-formal clothes outside the Palace.
She wouldn’t now, but Kellen had passed along that the cultivators were… well, skittish as any mercenary coming off a hard campaign. The Nies in particular didn’t like to be out of reach of their sabers. Which would not have gone over well at a first formal introduction to Court. Armed foreigners, armed foreign mages, in the same room with Queen Selenay, who’d survived too many assassination attempts already?