Wei Wuxian would risk his own life. But not those depending on him. :…You will be safe.:
:Then you do your job, Cultivator Lan.: Quiet warmth. :And I’ll see how he does his.:
Lan Wangji inclined his head, allowing himself one glance as Elcarth and Companion Theke worked their way out of the edge of the crowd and started meandering downriver. He could follow the elder with Mindspeech as well as qi sense now, it should not have been an effort to turn away-
But the man was a deep well of comfort, and even at his strictest a student could never doubt his love of learning. It was like being in the company of his uncle in those rare moments when Lan Qiren was most relaxed and at his ease, surrounded by scrolls and music. The way his uncle might have lived, had he not been forced to become sect leader in all but name.
If my father had chosen differently….
:You are not your father,: Kellen snorted. :You might have wanted to carry Wei Wuxian off against his will and hide him forever – but. You did. Not. Do it.: White lips puffed a breath. :Eyes front, Chosen, the Lord Patriarch’s getting to the good part.:
Hmm. Not that he had much to do with ordinary priests or rituals, but this one, meant to call on powers of Light, acknowledge lost souls, and help them pass on in peace? Yes, he would call that very good. Even if he thought the Lord Patriarch’s gold-decked staff was a bit much, casting back autumn sun in blinding glints as the priest called for all restless spirits to find their way home-
Golden glints vanished, as a shadow moved across the sun.