A different world. A different plane. A dream. Jin Guangyao opens his eyes and, finally, looks up at what he can see of the alien sky beyond Wei Wuxian's head. The sight of a moon full and scarlet red is enough to make him push himself back up into a sitting position stare, and then take in more of his surroundings with wide eyes. It's almost enough to make him forget just who it is who is standing a stone's throw away from him, polishing off false eyes like he's dusting off a tea cup.

"...then," he begins, but his voice is unsteady and he can't abide that, not in front of Wei Wuxian. He swallows and starts again. "In Guanyin Temple, before. Did Chifeng-zun--is Zewu-jun--?"

Fuck. He can't make himself say the words. But if he is in this place, and Wei Wuxian is here, then the unbearable possibility remains that Nie Mingjue's fierce corpse broke more than one neck that night.