Wei Wuxian sees the other cultivator coming, noting the rather rough appearance of someone who clearly isn't used to the world and what it can throw at them. Wei Wuxian has spent far too long enduring the endless nights and the brutal days that can come with being apart of these worlds. Having been in the dream world before arriving here meant he has more experience then most. Two years removed from his own world and doing his best to endure it while helping others who aren't so accustomed to what this place is like.
It almost makes him laugh when he is greeted so traditionally. It's been a long time since he's even been in the presence of another cultivator. Hardly one to be called young master any longer and certainly not part of any sort of prestigious sect. Well...at least not any more and hasn't been in quite some time. Perhaps if he had gotten the chance to go back to his home world with Lan Wangji he might have been adopted into Cloud Recesses but...well it does no good to think about that now. He almost has forgotten what it is like to be around the more formal speech patterns and traditions. But he isn't one to be that rude, so he stands up and returns the greeting. The sword still held in his hand as he does so. If this isn't the owner then he isn't going to give it up to a random stranger so easily. Not that he expects that there are very many exhausted looking cultivators just randomly walking the beach.
"A treasure that seems to have washed ashore without its master." He stands up straight and looks at the sword in his hand. It would be easy to tell if the owner is standing before him. The angry energy of before isn't there and he can almost feel the connection between the two. He is fairly certain that the master has arrived but he might as well wait for some sort of confirmation.
"And the name is Wei Wuxian. It's been a long time since anyone has called me young master and it hardly seems to hold true still in this place." He smiles, warmed by hearing the term used again. Even if this cultivator isn't from his world, it feels familiar and pleasant to have someone who actually seems to share some similarities to a world like this own.
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It almost makes him laugh when he is greeted so traditionally. It's been a long time since he's even been in the presence of another cultivator. Hardly one to be called young master any longer and certainly not part of any sort of prestigious sect. Well...at least not any more and hasn't been in quite some time. Perhaps if he had gotten the chance to go back to his home world with Lan Wangji he might have been adopted into Cloud Recesses but...well it does no good to think about that now. He almost has forgotten what it is like to be around the more formal speech patterns and traditions. But he isn't one to be that rude, so he stands up and returns the greeting. The sword still held in his hand as he does so. If this isn't the owner then he isn't going to give it up to a random stranger so easily. Not that he expects that there are very many exhausted looking cultivators just randomly walking the beach.
"A treasure that seems to have washed ashore without its master." He stands up straight and looks at the sword in his hand. It would be easy to tell if the owner is standing before him. The angry energy of before isn't there and he can almost feel the connection between the two. He is fairly certain that the master has arrived but he might as well wait for some sort of confirmation.
"And the name is Wei Wuxian. It's been a long time since anyone has called me young master and it hardly seems to hold true still in this place." He smiles, warmed by hearing the term used again. Even if this cultivator isn't from his world, it feels familiar and pleasant to have someone who actually seems to share some similarities to a world like this own.