Gambling is definitely not Song Lan's style either, but this place is huge and confusing. He hasn't been here long, so it's easy to get lost. Once he realizes what kind of place he finds himself in, he makes to leave, but on his way back his attention is drawn to sounds of trouble.

The white robes immediately catch his eye. For a second he thinks it's Xingchen, but then he sees the man's face. Still a familiar one, just not that of his companion. "Hanguang-jun?" he questions as he runs up to the man's side, his hand on the hilt of Fuxue strapped to his back.