Wangji makes a mental note and nods, he would like to talk to his adopted son in any form whenever the chance arises. He will have to try and seek them out and get to see a face he has missed very much, after watching it grow up and then old. At the comment about black matching, he snorts a little.
"I had assumed the black was so that no one knew how messy you were." He teases, trying to not always be such a downer.

"I will talk to my other-selves but I do not know how prolonged it will be. You enjoyed talking to your own counterparts?" He shifts slightly, trying not to flinch at the name Xue Yang. He's only partially successful, but perhaps Wei Ying won't notice. "I have nothing to say to Xue Yang, Jiang Cheng simply will have nothing to say to me either." It was true, even on their best days he would butt heads with Jiang Cheng at a conference but they never continued in private afterwards. "I have never really met Jin Ling."