Lan Wangji wishes dearly that Crowley's absurd so-called folk tale had been real and that Jiang Wanyin had truly encountered a thousand years of bad luck the moment the demon set those books alight. He would have enjoyed seeing Jiang Wanyin tripping over his own garish whip at a moment such as this, for instance.

At least he doesn't need the workings of luck to best Jiang Wanyin in a fight. Bichen gleams blue in his hand. Lan Wangji stays where he is, determined to keep Wei Ying safe and entirely out of reach, but he is otherwise focused solely on releasing sword qi and yet another slicing chord at the same time.