Lan Wangji has no choice but to give in and drinks the iced tea to cool down again, to relieve himself from the humidity.

"Sparring. I'll think about it. If you do rusty, we can compare the Lan style with the Jiang style." The sect where Wei Wuxian came from. He observes him, and he felt comfortable with him around. Something about his smiles puts him at ease, and he gently lowers his shell that he builds around himself. When he splashes at him, he didn't retaliate by splashing back.

Ah, wait. This Wei Wuxian can be easily happy...? He's wondering. "Ah, I don't drink. I can join you to make sure you don't go over your limit. But..." Can he control himself by not losing his cool over a bottle of liquor. "You can ask the server to bring a drink to you." He suggested.

"Rumor? What's the rumor?"