They meet Mo Lian in front of the courtyard in the ground floor, her expression stricken.
"There was so much smoke, the entire city must have been consumed," she says, lifting a hand to her chest. "We have to help them."
The news falls on Wu Yun like a hammer. He should have known they got away from Immortal Mountain too easily. He can't imagine this being anything but their work.
On the one hand, the people of Nanpei were brutal and merciless with him, on the other hand, if Xin Liqin's army is somehow caught up in the middle of it all, he owes it to him and Qiao Xiaojian to try and help.
He feels Lan Tian's gentle fingers touch the back of his waist. "It's your decision."
It's sweet of Lan Tian to say that, but in all honesty, Wu Yun doesn't feel like he has much of a choice. As much as he resents Nanpei, he won't leave everyone there to die.