"You will. You'll do fine," he says, firmly believing in it. Lan Zhan can, if nothing else, meditate far more successfully than Wei Wuxian does, days on end. He's also stable enough that it's not a worry for imbalances with resentful energies... which he largely doesn't have around on train anyway.

Ergo, life as a low level, no-core cultivator endlessly seeking his own amusements.

Still, eventually, the time at platform ends, and one way or another, they're summoned back on the train with that inevitable tug that has him sighing and then walking onboard, casting a last, baleful look back at the outdoors soon to disappear for another two weeks.

"It was nice seeing you, sky."