"He had made his choice," Lan Wangji says, apparently unbothered, but there's a glint of self-satisfied humor in his eyes. "At the Cloud Recesses, my sect attempted to subdue the severed arm, but its resentful energy was overpowering. Uncle was injured. I settled it only with Wei Ying's help during a duet. In the aftermath, I realized that the arm was pointing us northwest, toward Qinghe."