The self-sacrifice ritual has failed and Wei WuXian has been brought back from death as a ghost that only Mo XuanYu can see and hear. With the beginning of a friendship, both decide to go in search of the most significant remnants of Wei WuXian to complete the ritual without XuanYu having to die in the process. On the way they are interrupted by the encounter with HanGuang-Jun and the mysterious case of the corpse arm. Their main mission will be put on hiatus to deal with this mystery. After all... Repairing the ritual does not have a time limit. Or does it?
They passed through many places, from the main halls where Mo XuanYu would receive his main classes to the garden near the training yard, where not far away they saw some young disciples playing.
“You came at a good time. LanLing has been receiving many disciples of different ages. I’m sure you will find good friends.” He commented suddenly as they stopped in the garden. The sight and aroma were pleasant. Mo XuanYu paused, peering closely at some other flowering bushes, as he thought carefully about Jin GuangYao's words.
“Uh… friends.” He murmured.
The lack of children his age to play with rarely proved to be a problem in his day-to-day life, but that was due to how busy he kept helping his mother with the housework, so he wasn't capable to maintain a stable friendship with someone. Socializing had become something unnecessary, which now made him realize that his experience was null, and therefore he was a little scared of meeting other disciples.
Jin GuangYao only felt the atmosphere disturbed by the nervousness he perceived from the child, and he didn’t hold back from prying. "Huh? Something is wrong?”
"No, it's just... I don't really know how to make friends. At home I always helped my mom with everything, so I didn't have time.”
It didn't overwhelm him back then. He always thought that having his mother was enough for him; however the lack of trustworthy company was more noticeable now that he was away from his home.
“I hadn't even had a brother before.. This is... new for me.”
Jin GuangYao couldn't help but smile. For a second he had assumed that the proposed idea was not to Mo XuanYu's liking, but his brief explanation ended up clarifying as well as slightly softening him. After so much time surrounded by pure LanLing's frivolity, it was refreshing to be in contact with someone who, after all, was just what he was, a simple child.
“I understand. For me that was still something new when I came here for the first time.” Even though he hasn’t spent much time with Jin ZiXuan, the perspective of siblings was over-thought by his presence the first time. He glanced sideways at his younger brother. Maybe… This time it would be different. "...I think I like it." Jin GuangYao added at the end, smiling as always.
University is killing me and by the way I'm working hard on the final edition of the chapters of this fanfic, so I've barely had time to draw scenes from it or anything else.
Still, it's something I enjoy, so I can't wait to start publishing the final content with my gf 💕
This is a glimpse of Mo XuanYu's memories from when he first arrived at LanLing. This visual style of narrating "Empathy" is inspired by the manhua.
Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation "Yiling Patriarch" Wei Wuxian, by Good Smile Company.
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ngl I know the promotional pics from GSC look cool, but I didn’t expect it would be THIS cool, like wtf Wei Ying how dare you 😭
ALL HAIL THE YILING PATRIARCH!!!
A-Ling pregunta sobre su Jiujiu, y Wei Wuxian intenta el ritual para invocar a su shidi. Ya que el fantasma de el líder de la Secta Jiang es muy evasivo, Wei Wuxian no cree que tenga éxito.
Pero al escuchar el tintineo de una campana, Wei Wuxian, al no alcanzar a retirarse, sólo cubre los ojos a A-Ling, temiendo por ver algo que no debería.
Para su sorpresa, detecta un exquisito aroma en el aire, y sólo siente una suave caricia.
Celebrando el Día de Muertos, con una interesante visita.
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Esta pose está inspirada en una escena de una de mis peliculas favoritas (Rigor Mortis).