Jiang Wanyin pauses in his furious trek from the girl with the hair to the unsightly horror on the other side of the lake. He barely spares a glance at this newest interruption, which is perhaps how he doesn't realize, yet, that this newest interruption is brimming with demonic qi. Across the lake, Wei Wuxian is in Lan Wangji's arms. It's disgusting. "I have a bone to pick with Lan Wangji."