This gives Jiang Wanyin a start. He reaches out with his qi, almost reflexively and -- yes, indeed, that must be what an immortal cultivator feels like. Darkly, he thinks of the lie Wei Wuxian had told him of his meeting with Baoshan Sanren... but perhaps he shouldn't dwell, right now. "I guess an immortal cultivator is allowed to dress however they want," he grumbles, and lets Zidian grow inert. Now that he knows the caliber of cultivator he's talking to, he sinks reluctantly into a deep, respectful bow.