So it is revenge, as he assumed. He should have, however, have known on who already. The fact that he didn't is yet another mystery, another fault in the ritual. But Wei Wuxian is quiet throughout the disjointed explanation, attentive, even though his stomach gradually sinks with the details. He's getting the distinct sense that this Mo Xuanyu - who is, perhaps, a cultivator in a more traditional sense as well - desires nothing less than for these people to meet their end at the Yiling Patriarch's hands.

He folds his arms. That's certainly a bit of an issue - he himself has nothing against these people, however terribly they seem to have treated Mo Xuanyu - and despite his reputation, he's never made a habit of killing without provocation. He'd even been well-behaved in death! However, even with the ever-increasing list of discrepancies, there is no reason to suspect that he isn't still subject to the consequences of the unfulfilled curse.

Especially considering the presence of the other man's cuts, which he's currently aggravating as he trails off, his voice barely audible now. "Alright!" Wei Wuxian says, a bit above normal volume, intended to get Mo Xuanyu's attention and snap him out of his trance-like state. "One thing at a time. You've already lost a lot of blood, so don't mess with those," he continues, pointing at the lacerations. How Mo Xuanyu is even still standing is a marvel in itself.

He's about to speak again when he hears voices in the distance, or thinks he does, and snaps his mouth shut. If they come this way, that could be a problem.