In the scorching heat, you serendipitously encountered a gentleman adorned in resplendent gray robes, skillfully sheltering his countenance from the sun's rays with a gracefully wielded fan.

"Oh... A beauty," the man stopped in front of you and smiled, "I am called Wen-Xianren, Philantrophis Wen or, Wen Kexing, may this one ask you to drink along?"