So Lan Wangji has been his trademark self (i.e., a total ass) even to an immortal cultivator. Jiang Wanyin cannot even muster up the slightest bit of feigned surprise. He wonders what Shen Yuan did -- breathe in his space? Or was Hanguang-jun just jealous that Wei Wuxian makes friends like breathing and likes a drink? "Typical," he grouses.