“Good evening, citizens of Yiling.”
The voice reaches the earbuds of the willing, no proper channel, no hyperlink to follow. But he’s there, he’s always there when the moon is bright, maybe not even full, and the air is crisp with the smell of rust. Everyone knows it comes from the Burial Mounds up north, where nothing lives but leafless trees and the decrepit building of an old radio station.
“This is the Yiling Patriarch with news from the Cultivation World.”
A spooky and completely wonderful AU, in which Wei Ying is a podcasting troublemaker and still a pain in the ass of the cultivation world.