Truth be told, Lan Wangji had been wondering about Qi Yuanjun, not having seen the scholar since the day of his arrival. When he hears Qi Yuanjun's voice, he takes the time to put the final few strokes into the character he had been writing, then sets his brush aside in order to right himself. This takes the form of a brief, neat flip, with just a little help from his cultivation to keep his landing light.

Lan Wangji returns the bow. "Qi Yuanjun-xiansheng. There is no need to apologize."