"Mn. rocks and trees." He wasn't wrong, not at all. Wei Wuxian's mind is still as sharp as ever. While it's a three-year difference, Lan Wangji looks at him strangely. If Wei Wuxian has a better look at him, there's a difference not only in his headband, but the color of his eyes. His are almost a bright golden hue.

"Sixteen years...? Hm." He mused. He was pretty sure of the years he has lost him, grieving for him.

"I brought you in. Nobody put up much of a fuss. You remembered the rules. I told them you're a guest as Mo Xuanyu." He can't tell him of the accident with his painful encounter with his brother at the mountain yet.

Remembering another detail, "As for your donkey, Lil'apple, he's more or less quite safe."