He's clearly very eager for the stories, all smiles as he pulls his chair closer to the other cultivator's, until their knees nearly touch. And his smile doesn't exactly fade as Xiao Xingchen talks. But there are moments where Wei Wuxian looks confused, when his brow knits and he looks like he wants to ask a question, even if none ever actually come.

They are his uncle's precious memories with his precious friend. Wei Wuxian understands that much, and that's all that really matters.

"Lan Zhan is a witch here. It's different from being a cultivator, but not as different as being a monster is. I support him, I make sure he doesn't overexert himself. But...I want to fight more too. And not just in bars."