Now they are getting somewhere, and Nie Huaisang didn't even faint and drown himself or anything. Wei Wuxian, for his part in all this, is having fun. How many people can he give such a fright to without ending up in some tedious confrontation? Though perhaps his little greeting wave is unbecoming of a spectre. It is only by the grace of heaven he hasn't started yelling about hasn't he seen a ghost before or anything like that, as much as he knows in his heart it would be very funny. But they've probably done enough, it's not yet too late for that fainting-drowning combo move.

And besides, as he pointed out already, there is clearly more wrong with Nie Huaisang than usual. Probably? He supposes he's not an expert. "The sand cultivator was right as usual, he's not worth the scared cat pictures," he says, with a little twist to his mouth like they're maybe discussing a crop that he bets isn't going to thrive. "Is he going to let us in, or what? So inhospitable."