( For a moment, he is paralysed by the question, suspended in a state between public disbelief and private uncertainty that he has failed so completely to introduce himself, misrepresenting the clan. There is a duty that the sect Gusu Lan performs and that he, as a representative of Cloud Recesses, must prioritise.

Perhaps he has not communicated his nature duly. Has not extended his services, has not made himself... approachable. This was every brother's calling, the nature of his diplomacy and service. Lan Wangji — delays in social facilities.

Behind his back, his fingers round, tightly, in a steel-knuckled fist, containing his criticism of his own tepid performance. )

This is my life's work. ( Sir. ) I am theirs. ( More than his own. )