( He pulls a face at the cave, and whether that is because of silent judgement or the lingering of memory well that's between him and the Gods. He's had his fair share of awful bedchambers after all. But still, he offers Wei Wuxian a sympathetic hum as they traverse further down the stairs. )

Ah, I'm afraid now that it won't be good.

( Well-lit tunnels should fill a person with comfort, but well --. )

This one can't help but feel like we're being led to something.

( The chasing statues, the greedy vines, the moving walls. It reminds him a little of Longyuan Cabinet and the little psycho's awful creations. Wen Kexing's grip tightens a little on his fan as they finally reach even earth, his attention on the opening of what looks to be a long hallway dug beneath the earth. ) Let's be careful, there could be traps.

( At least it's not a bridge, he thinks, as he steps further inside, wrinkling his nose at the smell of wet earth. )