"Never as long Wei Ying makes it like this." But he smiles regardless. "Take-out food is fine." Considering, the town has been peaceful as of late. As for the monsters roaming late at night, it's nothing his flute can handle.

Scramble eggs and buttered toast, and Lan Wangji pours juice to go with it. But what fills him up more is the love he has for his husband-to-be. So, he figured this is a good time to discuss since marriage and weddings tend to be always a big deal back home. Especially he himself is the head cultivator and sect leader.

"For our wedding? When you do want to be married? I learned next month, the mid-Autumn festival will fall on the first day."