He wasn't supposed to leave the peak, but Luo Qingyan was not known for good decisions.
"…Just a quick walk," he muttered.
The sect was quiet at night. No footsteps, no voices, only shadows.
"…This is fine," he said to himself.
"This is completely fine."
Then
He felt something watching him. The air grew colder and heavier.
"…Okay, this is NOT fine."
He heard a whisper behind him, but when he turned, there was nothing.
He felt a hand grab his wrist. It felt cold and wrong.
Luo Qingyan's breath caught, the golden thread burned.
He heard shriek and something vanished.
Luo Qingyan heard footsteps from behind him.
He froze.
"…You left."
Shen Wuyou stood behind him. Eyes cold and furious.
"…I was taking a walk." Luo Qingyan said trying to hide his fear
"…I told you not to leave."
"…I thought you were being dramatic."
Shen Wuyou took a step closer.
"…Do you still think so?"
The air trembled. Luo Qingyan swallowed.
"…No."
Shen Wuyou took another step closer.
"…What did you see?"
"…Nothing good."
Without warning Shen Wuyou pulled him closer. Not gentle, not rough, just certain.
"…Do not do that again."
Luo Qingyan's heart skipped.
"…You're very intense."
"…You could have died."
"…You said I can't." Luo Qingyan argued
"…You could have disappeared."
The words felt heavier than they should.
"…That sounds worse," Luo Qingyan said softly.
There was a long silence between them as they walked back together.