Lan Zhan's brow furrows as he tries to connect the scar to Wen Zhuliu, a man he has not thought of in many years.

His head snaps up as soon as the thought forms, Wei Ying has lost his core. He had never heard of the attack leaving a scar his mind frantically starts trying to connect broken connections he'd simply accepted he would never understand.

"Core-Melting Hand," he whispers, sucking in a horrified breath. "Did he - when?"