Lan Sizhui falters at the sudden shift in conversation, lips pursed and eyebrows knitted with concern.

What it's like in his world? Well, back home, the Wen aren't a clan anymore and he and Wen Ning are the only ones left of that bloodline. He wrinkles his nose, further creasing his expression before he pipes, “I'm glad they've come to their senses, then. You and her would never do such a thing!” A huff follows that, he shakes his head then petulantly crosses both arms over his chest. “We juniors go on night-hunts pretty regularly together, sometimes even with Ning-shushu.”