The imposing man in dark purple has a stern look on his face and in one hand, he's clutching a cream colored doupeng with a white embroidered peony on it. He brushes past his brother, not waiting to be invited into the room and shuts the door himself.

"What's the meaning of this?" He demands. As he unfolds the cloth, on the underside in very faint marks is one of Wei Wuxian's wards. It's not the 'officially' approved kind either, but something the Yiling Patriarch had created once upon a time. Of course, it's a ward of protection, not a curse, but someone who doesn't know anything about talismans and the type of cultivation tricks Wuxian was known for wouldn't really know that.