Liu Wuxian, as she's calling herself now, has found herself drifting into the company of a group of junior disciples from several prominent clans of cultivators. Someone's been harassing them - leaving dead animals at their door at inns, leading them... Somewhere. She's not entirely sure where, though she has her suspicions.
Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi are the friendliest of the bunch. Jin Ling... Less so. He seems to have some kind of beef with her namesake. (All the teasing him probably helps, of course.)
She only really recognizes where they're going as they approach the gates, saying - "Oh, Yi City!"
The place is more ominous than she remembers, though her memories are naturally vague and distant. She last came here a long time ago, after all. The fog's thicker. It's quieter. There's an air of resentful energy, and the closed gates loom out of the white fog.
"Do you guys feel that?" she asks, idly.