WangJi had learned that forests were never a good place to be when it came to the Voidtrecker train. How many weird places had they been before? Too many of them.

But as he was out in the forest, guqin at his back, exploring the paths to find those who were lost, he heard the sound of the xiao. A sound that he had been hearing most of his life. Of course, he was going to follow the sound.

"Brother."

He was probably not that hard to spot, given that he was wearing his sect robes and not the clothes that the train had given them.