Wanyin wears his heart on his sleeve. More often than not, that heart is angry but he knows how to look after others. Sometimes, it's a little difficult for others to see which was which. Some days, it's Jiang Cheng himself. But right now, he has his duties as a fellow sect leader.

The quick shuffle of feet tell him that the disciples had walked off, for Lan Disciples do not run at Cloud Recesses. He hears the pettiness in Xichens' voice and almost wants to laugh at him for it. Like brother like brother, after all. No doubt, the disciples will chatter along themselves and let Wei Wuxian know and he'd come running as well, surprised at Jiang Cheng's presence at Cloud Recesses.

Once the dishes and plates are set out, he sets the tray on the floor, aside, then huffs as he makes a show of sitting down at the table. He turns his gaze to Xichen.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm here to ensure that Sect Leader Lan does not waste food nor allow himself to waste away in his own home."

As part of the gentry, he had heard of how Qingheng Jun secluded himself away from his sons and from the rest of the Lan and refused to let someone that he respected follow down the same path. He looks around and makes loud noises of disapproval.

"And you haven't even kept this place neat! When was the last time you even practiced with your sword?"