Facing his fear is a lesson he must overcome. Lan Wangji is his first teacher, and he learns his lesson well. He steps away from the rail and feels a little better. The dread from before lingers still. His father's presence is calming and he wants to be just like him.

With a nod, Sizhui clutched his sword. "Our best. I'll go check the perimeter. In case we get lost, where shall we meet again?"