( If it is a reaction Lan Wangji wants he does not get one. Instead Hua Cheng's expression remains even, hands steady as he lifts the cup, tosses the dice within the cage of it. )

Oh? Is that not meant to be concerning?

( The world around him a poor imitation and then this, that he once counted among it. )

Perhaps the young master is mistaken. He may have wandered into a different city over which I belong, an easy mistake to make if you haven't looked close enough. ( The slightest curl of his lip, tone tilting towards unimpressed, and then a shrug. ) Sometimes cultivators get lost, after all.