"Are you the senior cultivator?" he asks innocently. "How old is Shen-gongzi, this one wonders...?"

There it is, that small quirk of his lips and a playful gleam in his eye. Perhaps Lan Xichen is sneakier than his forthright nature and earnest kindness would lead one to believe.

"Or does Shen-gongzi simply mean in terms of how long one has spent in Trench?"