The choking doesn't stop him for long. It's almost like he forgets the sensation entirely when his feet are moving again. Room after room he passes by, barely giving them a glance. He seems to be looking for something and suddenly, he veers to the right and comes to a halt before a flute.

Lifting it gingerly, he turns around and brings it to Wei Ying. But he doesn't look happy about it. The flute leaves him conflicted and he glares at the instrument.

"It should be a sword."

The flute makes things complicated. Lan Zhan doesn't understand why he uses it.

"Whatever." he says the word in a grave tone - not flippantly like one might expect. It's a name; not an exclamation.