p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"After a few moments of ineffective glaring – Miss Cordelia had merely rolled her eyes in response – Jiang Cheng had decided not to be offended by the seating arrangements. Yes, he'd pulled a sword on the … woman? Creature? He didn't know what to call Miss Nissa. She was blue. She had horns. And fangs. What did that make her? Not human, that was for sure, but apparently she was an ally?/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"He watched Miss Cordelia follow Miss Nissa to the door and wondered why the woman had been so quick to defend the … fine, he might as well think of Miss Nissa as a woman. Were the two related? They shared a surname although that didn't necessarily mean anything. They didn't look related. Perhaps Miss Cordelia wasn't human. Jiang Cheng suppressed a shudder. How was he supposed to identify creatures if they looked human?/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"Wei Wuxian hadn't attacked Miss Nissa. Why? Had he known she was Wen Ning's ally or was he so used to demonic creatures that he just assumed they were friendly? That sounded exactly like something the idiot would do. When he turned to ask, Jiang Cheng saw Wei Wuxian fiddling with a white bag on the table. Wei Wuxian pulled out something and held it towards him. "Want one?"/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"Was that food? "What is it?"/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;""Bagel," Wei Wuxian said as if that explained anything. When Jiang Cheng didn't take it, Wei Wuxian shrugged, cut it in half, and spread something white on it. "It's sort of like a mantou."/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"Jiang Cheng took one. Following Wei Wuxian's example, he cut it in half. It was harder than he'd expected. He took one bite. Ugh. Why was it so dry and bland? "I bet Lan Wangi loves these." Wei Wuxian didn't seem to catch the comment. Good. At least he wouldn't have to waste his time listening to Wei Wuxian's defense of his boring husband./p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"Wei Wuxian had polished off two more before Wen Ning came out of a back room carrying some kind of sack. "The room's ready if you'd like to sleep."/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"Jiang Cheng scoffed. As if he could sleep in demonic cultivation land. But when Wei Wuxian rose and headed into the room, Jiang Cheng followed. He wasn't about to leave his brother alone. Who knew where he'd vanish off to?/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"A tapping on the door almost had him reaching for his sword. He tried to slide the door open before he remembered to turn the knob and pull. Miss Cordelia was on the other side. For some reason, she stood facing the other way with a hand covering her eyes. Her other hand held a glass of water. He took it and she, still not looking, grabbed the knob and pulled the door shut./p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"Wei Wuxian had rolled onto the bed and promptly started snoring. Of course he had. And who'd actually stayed up all night? Not that Jiang Cheng planned on sleeping. Anything could come through those windows. He'd heard things, large things, flying through the air the previous night. Wei Wuxian was dead to the world. Someone had to keep them safe./p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"Jiang Cheng finished the water and lay on the bed, gently so as not to wake Wei Wuxian. He wasn't about to sleep but he could rest his eyes without dozing off. When he next opened his eyes, Jiang Cheng bolted up in the bed. The room was dark and he was alone. Where the fuck was Wei Wuxian? If that idiot had left him behind again …/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"But no, he could hear Wei Wuxian's voice coming from the other room. He could also hear Miss Cordelia and wondered what she might be saying. Probably that she couldn't understand Wei Wuxian, not that the language difference would shut him up. Jiang Cheng figured he'd better go rescue her, but then he thought of the glare she'd given him earlier. Perhaps he'd be rescuing Wei Wuxian./p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"He opened the door and the smell hit him. Food and not that bland whatever it'd been from earlier. He glared at Wei Wuxian. "Why didn't you wake me? Are you planning to eat it all yourself?"/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;""But you're so cute when you're sleeping," Wei Wuxian mumbled around a mouthful of food./p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;""I'm not cute!"/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;""Aw, it's so cute that you think so."/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"Jiang Cheng was ready to break his legs but Wei Wuxian was already putting together a bowl for him: braised beef over noodles. "There's soup too, pork and lotus root. Not as good as shijie's though."/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"The food wasn't as good as jiejie's but the simple and clean flavors of the Guangdong cuisine worked well together. Jiang Cheng was halfway through the bowl when he noticed Wei Wuxian's food was red with chili oil. A glance revealed that Miss Cordelia's dish, which looked like spinach and fish, wasn't spiced up at all. He swiped the chili oil away from Wei Wuxian. "You could share. Did you even offer her any?"/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"Before Wei Wuxian could reply, Miss Cordelia's bowl clattered against the table, spilling her food. Leaning forward, she grabbed her head and moaned. Wei Wuxian beat him to her side. "Get Wen Ning."/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"Jiang Cheng ran across the hall and shoved the door open. A woman sat in a chair. Wen Ning, about to put another acupuncture needle into her hand, looked up. "Miss Cordelia, she's … I don't know. Something's wrong."/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"Wen Ning murmured to his patient as he grabbed something from a cabinet. Jiang Cheng followed him to the office where Wen Ning squatted down and looked up at Miss Cordelia. "Get some water." Jiang Cheng looked around, unsure where to find water but Wei Wuxian opened a cabinet and pulled out a bottle. Wen Ning spoke gently to Miss Cordelia. When Wen Ning gave her two pills, she swallowed them down with the water./p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"Only when Wen Ning rose to his feet, did Jiang Cheng ask. "What's wrong with her?"/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;""She has prophetic visions. "They," he paused, "are not comfortable."/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;""She's a Seer?" It didn't make sense. Visions didn't cause pain or at least not in his experience. A few years after Wei Wuxian had first come to Lotus Pier, members of the Yu Sect had come to visit. He'd seen Yu Liang fall into a vision. She's mostly just stopped moving until it has passed. She certainly hadn't been in agony./p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;""Why would the visions hurt her?" Wei Wuxian asked./p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;""Visions come through channels, connections from other realms into physical brains." Wen Ning stared at Miss Cordelia as he spoke. Was he trying to see if the pills had helped? "The channels into Miss Cordelia's mind are for non-human beings."/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"Ugh, of course she wasn't human./p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;""I could have sworn she was human the last time I was here," Wei Wuxian said. "And I don't remember migraines. Or visions."/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;""No, I mean yes." Wen Ning replied. "She is human. As our original Seer lay dying, he gifted his visions to Miss Cordelia. He was partly a demon. The visions that did not harm him are doing damage to her."/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;""Damage? What kind of damage?"/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;""Each vision kills off bits of her brain. We are afraid that someday it will kill her."/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"Huh, some gift. "Take the visions out of her, or are you so dependent on them that you're willing to risk her life?"/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;""Oh, no, no, no," Wen Ning said with obvious dismay. Good, he should be upset. "We do not understand how Mr. Doyle gave her these visions. I do not know how to remove them. I would spare her pain if I could."/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;""What have you tried?" Wei Wuixan being, well, himself, sounded more interested than concerned./p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;""I give her painkillers. She will not accept acupuncture. She says she will not allow me to mar her skin with needles. I try to tell her they won't leave marks." Miss Cordelia raised her head which probably meant she was feeling better but her skin was still white with pain. "Qi alleviates and could possibly reverse the damage but I no longer have a golden core and my students are not often in L.A."/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;""Use my qi." Jiang Cheng had been distracted by the idea of anyone studying cultivation under a fierce corpse. He hadn't expected to make the offer, but as Wen Ning nodded and said it would be helpful, he couldn't take his offer back and found he didn't want to. She'd been so courageous standing between his sword and Miss Nissa. How could he not help?/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"As Jiang Cheng provided his qi, Wen Ning directed its flow into Miss Cordelia's body. Wei Wuxian, idiot that he was, stood there looking unusually happy. "Stop smiling. What's wrong with you?"/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;""That's my qi you're sharing."/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;""Shut up. You gave it to me. You have no say in how I use it."/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;""I'm just happy to see you using it to help someone."/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;""You think I'd let her suffer?"/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"Wen Ning told him to stop feeding qi sooner than Jiang Cheng had expected. "Without a Golden Core of her own, she can take only so much qi at a time."/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"She sat up and did look better, but then she and Wen Ning started talking and he looked concerned. "She sees a figure in pale blue," he explained. "He's in a dark place. Many creature are attacking."/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;""Pale blue?" Wei Wuxian bolted to his feet. "What's he wearing?"/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"Could Wei Wuxian ever think of anything else? "Lan Wangi's back home. You don't have to worry about him all the time."/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;""No," Wen Ning said. "I'm afraid it could be him. Miss Cordelia didn't get a good look at the man's face, but the person she saw does match her memories of Lan Wangji."/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;""Where? Where is Lan Zhan? How do we find him?"/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes. Of course Wei Wuxian had skipped over the whole explanation of why it might not be Lan Wangji./p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"Wen Ning spoke with Miss Cordelia for a moment. "I'm afraid she can't tell. The areas is dark, possibly underground, but we may have some time. Visions can appear hours or even days ahead of the events they foretell. We will need to gather more information."/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;""Oh, so you're going to hurt Miss Cordelia to get another vision out of her, is that it?"/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;""No, no, no," Wen Ning disclaimed. "We will go to a bar."/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"He watched Miss Cordelia follow Miss Nissa to the door and wondered why the woman had been so quick to defend the … fine, he might as well think of Miss Nissa as a woman. Were the two related? They shared a surname although that didn't necessarily mean anything. They didn't look related. Perhaps Miss Cordelia wasn't human. Jiang Cheng suppressed a shudder. How was he supposed to identify creatures if they looked human?/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"Wei Wuxian hadn't attacked Miss Nissa. Why? Had he known she was Wen Ning's ally or was he so used to demonic creatures that he just assumed they were friendly? That sounded exactly like something the idiot would do. When he turned to ask, Jiang Cheng saw Wei Wuxian fiddling with a white bag on the table. Wei Wuxian pulled out something and held it towards him. "Want one?"/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"Was that food? "What is it?"/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;""Bagel," Wei Wuxian said as if that explained anything. When Jiang Cheng didn't take it, Wei Wuxian shrugged, cut it in half, and spread something white on it. "It's sort of like a mantou."/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"Jiang Cheng took one. Following Wei Wuxian's example, he cut it in half. It was harder than he'd expected. He took one bite. Ugh. Why was it so dry and bland? "I bet Lan Wangi loves these." Wei Wuxian didn't seem to catch the comment. Good. At least he wouldn't have to waste his time listening to Wei Wuxian's defense of his boring husband./p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"Wei Wuxian had polished off two more before Wen Ning came out of a back room carrying some kind of sack. "The room's ready if you'd like to sleep."/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"Jiang Cheng scoffed. As if he could sleep in demonic cultivation land. But when Wei Wuxian rose and headed into the room, Jiang Cheng followed. He wasn't about to leave his brother alone. Who knew where he'd vanish off to?/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"A tapping on the door almost had him reaching for his sword. He tried to slide the door open before he remembered to turn the knob and pull. Miss Cordelia was on the other side. For some reason, she stood facing the other way with a hand covering her eyes. Her other hand held a glass of water. He took it and she, still not looking, grabbed the knob and pulled the door shut./p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"Wei Wuxian had rolled onto the bed and promptly started snoring. Of course he had. And who'd actually stayed up all night? Not that Jiang Cheng planned on sleeping. Anything could come through those windows. He'd heard things, large things, flying through the air the previous night. Wei Wuxian was dead to the world. Someone had to keep them safe./p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"Jiang Cheng finished the water and lay on the bed, gently so as not to wake Wei Wuxian. He wasn't about to sleep but he could rest his eyes without dozing off. When he next opened his eyes, Jiang Cheng bolted up in the bed. The room was dark and he was alone. Where the fuck was Wei Wuxian? If that idiot had left him behind again …/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"But no, he could hear Wei Wuxian's voice coming from the other room. He could also hear Miss Cordelia and wondered what she might be saying. Probably that she couldn't understand Wei Wuxian, not that the language difference would shut him up. Jiang Cheng figured he'd better go rescue her, but then he thought of the glare she'd given him earlier. Perhaps he'd be rescuing Wei Wuxian./p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"He opened the door and the smell hit him. Food and not that bland whatever it'd been from earlier. He glared at Wei Wuxian. "Why didn't you wake me? Are you planning to eat it all yourself?"/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;""But you're so cute when you're sleeping," Wei Wuxian mumbled around a mouthful of food./p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;""I'm not cute!"/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;""Aw, it's so cute that you think so."/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"Jiang Cheng was ready to break his legs but Wei Wuxian was already putting together a bowl for him: braised beef over noodles. "There's soup too, pork and lotus root. Not as good as shijie's though."/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"The food wasn't as good as jiejie's but the simple and clean flavors of the Guangdong cuisine worked well together. Jiang Cheng was halfway through the bowl when he noticed Wei Wuxian's food was red with chili oil. A glance revealed that Miss Cordelia's dish, which looked like spinach and fish, wasn't spiced up at all. He swiped the chili oil away from Wei Wuxian. "You could share. Did you even offer her any?"/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"Before Wei Wuxian could reply, Miss Cordelia's bowl clattered against the table, spilling her food. Leaning forward, she grabbed her head and moaned. Wei Wuxian beat him to her side. "Get Wen Ning."/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"Jiang Cheng ran across the hall and shoved the door open. A woman sat in a chair. Wen Ning, about to put another acupuncture needle into her hand, looked up. "Miss Cordelia, she's … I don't know. Something's wrong."/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"Wen Ning murmured to his patient as he grabbed something from a cabinet. Jiang Cheng followed him to the office where Wen Ning squatted down and looked up at Miss Cordelia. "Get some water." Jiang Cheng looked around, unsure where to find water but Wei Wuxian opened a cabinet and pulled out a bottle. Wen Ning spoke gently to Miss Cordelia. When Wen Ning gave her two pills, she swallowed them down with the water./p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"Only when Wen Ning rose to his feet, did Jiang Cheng ask. "What's wrong with her?"/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;""She has prophetic visions. "They," he paused, "are not comfortable."/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;""She's a Seer?" It didn't make sense. Visions didn't cause pain or at least not in his experience. A few years after Wei Wuxian had first come to Lotus Pier, members of the Yu Sect had come to visit. He'd seen Yu Liang fall into a vision. She's mostly just stopped moving until it has passed. She certainly hadn't been in agony./p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;""Why would the visions hurt her?" Wei Wuxian asked./p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;""Visions come through channels, connections from other realms into physical brains." Wen Ning stared at Miss Cordelia as he spoke. Was he trying to see if the pills had helped? "The channels into Miss Cordelia's mind are for non-human beings."/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"Ugh, of course she wasn't human./p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;""I could have sworn she was human the last time I was here," Wei Wuxian said. "And I don't remember migraines. Or visions."/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;""No, I mean yes." Wen Ning replied. "She is human. As our original Seer lay dying, he gifted his visions to Miss Cordelia. He was partly a demon. The visions that did not harm him are doing damage to her."/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;""Damage? What kind of damage?"/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;""Each vision kills off bits of her brain. We are afraid that someday it will kill her."/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"Huh, some gift. "Take the visions out of her, or are you so dependent on them that you're willing to risk her life?"/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;""Oh, no, no, no," Wen Ning said with obvious dismay. Good, he should be upset. "We do not understand how Mr. Doyle gave her these visions. I do not know how to remove them. I would spare her pain if I could."/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;""What have you tried?" Wei Wuixan being, well, himself, sounded more interested than concerned./p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;""I give her painkillers. She will not accept acupuncture. She says she will not allow me to mar her skin with needles. I try to tell her they won't leave marks." Miss Cordelia raised her head which probably meant she was feeling better but her skin was still white with pain. "Qi alleviates and could possibly reverse the damage but I no longer have a golden core and my students are not often in L.A."/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;""Use my qi." Jiang Cheng had been distracted by the idea of anyone studying cultivation under a fierce corpse. He hadn't expected to make the offer, but as Wen Ning nodded and said it would be helpful, he couldn't take his offer back and found he didn't want to. She'd been so courageous standing between his sword and Miss Nissa. How could he not help?/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"As Jiang Cheng provided his qi, Wen Ning directed its flow into Miss Cordelia's body. Wei Wuxian, idiot that he was, stood there looking unusually happy. "Stop smiling. What's wrong with you?"/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;""That's my qi you're sharing."/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;""Shut up. You gave it to me. You have no say in how I use it."/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;""I'm just happy to see you using it to help someone."/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;""You think I'd let her suffer?"/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"Wen Ning told him to stop feeding qi sooner than Jiang Cheng had expected. "Without a Golden Core of her own, she can take only so much qi at a time."/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"She sat up and did look better, but then she and Wen Ning started talking and he looked concerned. "She sees a figure in pale blue," he explained. "He's in a dark place. Many creature are attacking."/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;""Pale blue?" Wei Wuxian bolted to his feet. "What's he wearing?"/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"Could Wei Wuxian ever think of anything else? "Lan Wangi's back home. You don't have to worry about him all the time."/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;""No," Wen Ning said. "I'm afraid it could be him. Miss Cordelia didn't get a good look at the man's face, but the person she saw does match her memories of Lan Wangji."/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;""Where? Where is Lan Zhan? How do we find him?"/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes. Of course Wei Wuxian had skipped over the whole explanation of why it might not be Lan Wangji./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"Wen Ning spoke with Miss Cordelia for a moment. "I'm afraid she can't tell. The areas is dark, possibly underground, but we may have some time. Visions can appear hours or even days ahead of the events they foretell. We will need to gather more information."/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;""Oh, so you're going to hurt Miss Cordelia to get another vision out of her, is that it?"/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;""No, no, no," Wen Ning disclaimed. "We will go to a bar."/p