"I saw you less than two shichen ago." He shakes his head, taking the wine and tipping it back, not bothering to wipe the mouth of the bottle from where Wen Kexing must have drank as well. "Or at least before I was brought here."

Zishu finds a space to sit on the ground, propping his arm up on one knee as he tilts his head beside himself in clear invitation for Wen Kexing to join him. "I don't know Master Lan."