Huaisang sighs and stares toward the bonfire feeling heavy with the weight he's been carrying for years and the weight of his own mistakes added on.

"As long as you don't care about Meng Yao then there should be no issues between us," Huaisang says because if he gets a chance he probably would probably try and kill him.

"I am sorry things seem tense between us."

The last time he had seen the Wei Wuxian from his world it had not been ... like this.