To be fair, when he was seeing more of this guy last time, Wei Wuxian had four legs, significantly less useful vision, and a significantly better nose. Right now, he spies movement in the trees, canting his head, watching. When he goes into motion, it's with similar silent efficiency, using his own qinggong with the extreme economy he'd trained himself in since the transfer of his core.

Meaning he ended up moving in partial parallel to this young man, before he cut a path across, higher up in the treeline, like some owl in the night.

Only to drop down nearby with the water in his possession splashing at the young man's face, all very, hello, nice to soak you with pure curse-free water this fine evening.

"Three, two, one..."