“Wei Wuxian is doing what?” Jiang Cheng asked, his voice seething with rage.

The Jiang disciple, dressed in plain clothes as disguise, bowed low. “He’s on his way to your nephew’s one month celebration, zongzhu. And he… he’s bringing the Ghost General.”

Jiang Cheng ground his teeth in frustration and rage. They had a plan, his sister, Jin Zixuan and him. Invite Wei Wuxian to the celebration. Let people see him at the happy occasion, being completely unthreatening. It would be a start to rehabilitating his image among the cultivation clans.

It was a great plan.

But he would ruin it if he showed up at Jinlintai with his pet fierce corpse.

Jiang Cheng had to stop him.