Lan Wangji is on night patrol, carefully checking that nobody will dare to trespass or break the rules of Cloud Recesses.

He is particularly strict and unflinching, ready to deliver punishment to whoever deserves it, even himself. His sword is in his arms as he walks through the empty paths, only lit by the clear moonlight in the sky. There is a cold wind, shaking his long hair, but he doesn't seem bothered by the weather.