Lan Wangji is, unsurprisingly, perfectly comfortable with silence, and allows Nightingale the time he needs to reach the conclusion of that story. He thinks he understands, too, the basics of it, the feeling of coming back into alignment with the world after long years of disconnection. The sixty years surprises him, but only a little. He himself is trying to cultivate to immortality.

His expression is grim as he takes this in. He frowns. "Your apprentice. Will he be equipped to take on this practitioner without you?"