He peers down at the image, because the words describing what Xie Lian did are worth considering... at length. Wei Wuxian's qi reserves are in normal limits these days, not the enhanced limits of a golden core cultivator, and while he has expanded his capacity in the way one might through lower level means, it's not match to what he once was. It was, however, a match to present needs, and much better utilized than those handfuls of desperate months leading up to the confrontation in the temple where Jin Guangyao fell.

"What's his name?" And why was he... well. Who is he to judge who someone else places above their altar?