I can only hope.

[Ziyao notices the tight grip onto the sheath, his eyes moving up to him, stopping as well. He wasn't great at reading this version of Lan Wangji but had noticed that tense fingers were a gesture his brother made. He spoke gently.]

Here Hanguang-jun, it must be a lot. Do you want to fly with me? The Lan cold spring exists near the eastern side of the Unclean Realm. I can bring you there, it should be calming for you. Being somewhere familiar in all of this chaos.

[He took out Hensheng, and held it.]