"What?" Wei Wuxian is amused because his pet is so obviously wrong. He caresses a hand over Lan Zhan's shoulder, but the soft brush of his fingertips then tilts into the sharp scrape of his black claws. "Aren't these enough to convince you otherwise?" A single clawtip hooks against the tender nub of Lan Wangji's nipple.

"We all gather resentful energy here. It happens naturally. I wonder what you'll look like in a decade, when it reshapes your body like mine."

He draws his hand away and stands. "You can even spend it as lavishly as I do. Build a palace of your own, fill it with luxuries. But if you do, you'll never have enough to cast the spell to escape this place."