Lan Jingyi

• Origin: Disciple of the Gu Su Lan Sect.
• Relationships: One of the disciples close to Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian. Often mentioned in the company of Lan Sizhui (Wei Yuan).
• Personality: Jingyi is known for his bright, sometimes somewhat impulsive and straightforward personality. He is much more open and talkative than most of Gu Su Lan's students, which sometimes causes surprise or slight displeasure among his elders. He has a sharp mind, but sometimes lacks diplomacy. He often acts as the "voice of the people", expressing what many students are thinking but are afraid to say.
• Appearance: Like most of the Lan Clan, he is young, neat, and usually dressed in traditional Gu Su Lan clothing.
• Relationship to Wei Wuxian: Initially, like many others, Jingyi was a bit wary of Wei Wuxian, given his past. However, due to his kindness, caring, and of course, Lan Wangji's influence, Jingyi gradually comes to respect and even like him. He appreciates the way Wei Wuxian treats his young disciples and his willingness to help.
• Relationship with Lan SiZhui: JingYi is very close to Lan SiZhui. They often spend time together, training, exploring, and getting into various scrapes. Their friendship is one of the highlights of the lives of the younger generations after the events.
• Notable features:
• Directness: He is not shy about expressing his opinion, even if it goes against the generally accepted one.
• Curiosity: Jingyi is very curious and often shows interest in mysteries and riddles.
• Loyalty: Despite his straightforwardness, he is loyal to his friends and the Order.
• Dislike of "evil spirits": Like many, he doesn't really like ghosts and other evil spirits, which often shows in his reactions.

Overall: Lan Jingyi is a representative of the new generation of cultivators who, despite being raised in the strict Gusu Lan Sect, retains a lively character and spontaneity. He is an important character who adds humor and spontaneity to the

When Jingyi was only five, he stepped outside the Gusu Gate for the first time—a small world squeezed between high walls and strict restrictions. Everything around him seemed too big: the road ahead, the bustling markets, the strange faces. He didn't yet understand how one could get lost so easily. At some point, the crowd parted, the sun sank toward evening, and the boy realized he knew neither the way back nor where to go. Fear made his breathing heavy, his legs stiff as oilcloth. He sat down under a sparse tree and wept the way children cry—bitterly, without consolation.

His tears froze when a warm, small hand touched his cheek. He looked up and saw another boy—just as small, but somehow incredibly confident and yet fragile. His eyes were green, soft, filled with a strange calm. It seemed as if the very air around him had grown warmer. "Are you lost? Don't worry, I'll help," he whispered, and his voice, thin and quiet, was more soothing than any adult's words. He wiped away Jingyi's tears, gave her a candy, led her away, and vanished as suddenly as he had appeared, as if dissolving into the fog at the gate.

That brief moment transformed into a whole world of images for Jingyi. He saw that boy not as a passerby, but as a knight: in his hands, it seemed, he held either a sword or a subtle confidence, and in his heart, something rare and bright, like a golden core, which in fairy tales was called a sign of fate. For little Jingyi, this was heroism in its purest form—a simple touch, a smile, and a pinch of compassion. He treasured the green handkerchief with the bunny, given away that night, like a treasure; he kept the feeling of a warm hand on his cheek, which he never forgot.

Over the years, the memory didn't fade, but rather grew. The older Jingyi grew, the more distinct the longing grew within him—strange, quiet, full of reverence and dreaminess. He began searching: he rummaged through the lists of disciples, pored through the sect's archives, searching for mentions of young talents who had discovered their golden core at an early age. He realized he wasn't Gusu Lan.