Love has no face.

The Cloud Recesses of Gusu Lan were once again alive with quiet activity. Just like every year, young cultivators from different sects were arriving to begin their education. Everything was clean and orderly—the cool breeze drifted through the courtyards, the stone steps were freshly swept, and Lan disciples in white robes moved calmly through the halls.

Lan Qiren stood in the main courtyard, stern and serious as always. His eyes held wisdom, discipline, and a certain tired sadness. A sadness he never shared with anyone. But duty came first—always.

This year, students from Yunmeng Jiang had come—Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian—along with Nie Huaisang from Qinghe Nie, and some others from smaller sects. The Wen sect had not been invited after the incident with Wen Chao. He had been executed, and his name was now just a shadow in Gusu.

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"Wait for me, Jiang Cheng! These stairs are going to kill me!"

Wei Wuxian's voice echoed up from the steps.

"Why are you always so dramatic?" Jiang Cheng grumbled, though a smile tugged at his lips.

"Because I like to make an entrance. And who knows, maybe there are some cute boys here in Gusu," Wei Wuxian joked.

Nie Huaisang, panting behind them, added, "If we have to meditate every morning here, I'm going to die."

"No worries," Wei Wuxian grinned. "I'll sneak some food for you."

Lan disciples watching them from above exchanged quiet looks—clearly, they weren't used to this kind of energy.