Lan Wangji wants to rub his temple. He has taken too many hits to the head that the room becomes spinning. "But I thought you wanted a sparring partner..." But too late, he ran, leaving Lan Zhan more confused as to what just happened or transpired.

When he slipped away, he wanted to reach for him. "Wei Ying..." But the noise of the den is giving him a headache and so, he lets him go.

"Another time..." He mouthed quietly, as he watches the other Wei Ying slipped away in haste.