The debate conference would take place in Yunmeng, at the Jiang Clan's residence. There was a constant murmur of curiosity among the attendees, and with good reason. This time, something unusual was about to happen. It was not common for news about secret clans to emerge in the cultivation world, let alone for one of them to decide to present itself before them.
Wei Wuxian, as always, had a special talent for attracting surprises. Just over a month ago, he had discovered a clan that had remained hidden for years—one that was supposedly long gone, existing only in the oldest scrolls. Jiang Cheng and the entire cultivation world had heard about it, but until now, no one had seen it in person. However, Wei Wuxian had spent some months in their territory, and it was not hard to imagine that he had been the one to convince them to attend the conference in Yunmeng. Apparently, he had sent a message confirming that this mysterious clan would make its appearance at the conference that day.
The news had spread quickly, and everyone was eagerly waiting. Jiang Cheng sat among the other clan leaders, maintaining a calm expression, though he could feel the anticipation under his skin.
Finally, the arrival of the last clan was announced. "The Wei Sect of Phoenix Mountain Valley," the presenter's voice echoed through the hall. The murmurs grew louder. All heads turned toward the entrance as the master of ceremonies made the formal introduction. The disciples of this clan appeared, dressed in a combination of red, gray, and black. And there he was.
Wei Wuxian, elegantly dressed in those same colors, remained calm, a small smile drawn on his face—that same smile he always had, even if he were burning in the thousand hells under the gaze of the other cultivators—his bright eyes observing everything as usual. However, Jiang Cheng's attention did not remain on him for long. Beside him, an elegant figure stepped forward, a figure that everyone looked at in surprise, himself included. That man seemed to glow under the morning light filtering into the Yunmeng hall, his dark eyes calmly scanning the audience. His fine robes reflected the colors of his sect, giving him an imposing and reserved air—an unspoken authority that no one could ignore.
The resemblance between Wei Wuxian and that man was undeniable. All attention was focused on the approaching figure, and immediately, the murmurs began to take shape. Wei Wuxian belonged to a clan. Not only that—somehow, he was the heir to that mysterious lineage.
“The leader of the Wei Yuze Sect,” the announcement was made, “and the second heir, Wei Wuxian.” There was silence—a deafening and long silence.
Jiang Cheng felt a surge of conflicting thoughts but kept his expression firm. Wei Wuxian… no matter what happened, he always managed to make everyone look at him again.
