Hearing Lan Wangji's words, Lan Sizhui sat down cross-legged, the Worry-Free Zither materializing across his knees as the music began to play. Before long, Lan Sizhui withdrew his hands, stood up, and looked at the others. "They are indeed townspeople from Meicheng. They said something pulled them in, but they don't know anything beyond that."
"Yet all the way here, there wasn't a single thing in the cave!" As Wei Wuxian's voice trailed off, a sound echoed from deeper within the cavern—a metallic clinking remarkably like the chains that used to hang from Wen Ning. Wei Wuxian took the lead, striding inward, and the others quickly followed.
Following the sound, Wei Wuxian and his group walked for nearly half an hour through pitch darkness. Wei Wuxian tossed out a flare talisman, instantly illuminating the space. The sight before them left everyone stunned: numerous crosses stood arranged throughout the chamber, several with chains binding figures to them. Judging by their attire, these were disciples of the Meishan Wang Clan. All of them had their eyes closed, as if fast asleep.
Chapter 129