Wen Ning did not look at Master Wei askance. Even if his friend was avoiding the whole mess of, what if they didn’t have to kidnap a cultivator, because Hanguang-jun just didn’t want to leave?
Though he had a pretty good guess what his friend had already decided to do. Wei Wuxian would smile, be polite – and sprint from Haven so fast they’d be five li away while the dust was still falling.
In a puff of smoke, or a shadow-step, Wen Ning thought, sadly amused. Because Wei Wuxian kept his promises. He’d promised to find out if Lan Wangji had been kidnapped by a spirit-beast. He’d promised to make sure the Nie heir and his bodyguard were in one piece.
But above all, he’d promised that Wen Ning and his family would be safe. If the Lan Sect wanted their Second Jade back that badly, they could come get him themselves.
“If things go wrong,” Wei Wuxian sighed, “he can fly. We have to keep him from following us. So either we separate him from Bichen-”
Wen Ning raised a dubious brow.
“Right. I don’t like our odds of that either.” Wei Wuxian shifted to the next link. “So we have to take him down and put him out. Long enough that we can get back to an anchor array and vanish.” He breathed out, as if preparing for battle. “If it comes to that, I’ll hit him with a flare talisman, you bind him, I’ll slap on more bindings, you needle him. It should work. Anyway. First we need to meet Nie Huaisang and get some answers. Then… if Hanguang-jun’s not coming out of the Palace, we have to get in.”
And he likely wasn’t coming out, Wen Ning knew, or he’d have been at the gate with the Nie. Which would have been… interesting.
Lifting his head to clear the closest rooflines, Wen Ning stared south. Lanterns and torches flared against the oncoming night, tracing the streets of Haven as they spilled out along both banks of the Terilee River, unrestrained by walls or wards. It looked quiet. Unburned. Peaceful, alight to his senses with the distant warmth of thousands upon thousands of lives.
It doesn’t feel right. They’ve been at war with Hardorn for seven years. Why is everything here so… quiet?