[He wasn't sure either and Lan Zhan is usually the most knowledgeable in cultivation. He hoped the donkey back home is smart enough to find it's way without the owners. In the meantime.]

You came alone? That isn't good. Did they told you anything before leaving the door? Spray...?

[At the moment, Lan Zhan wanted to tell him about the tattoo on his neck. Turning to the perfumes.]

Do you mean the perfumes? I didn't get one.

[That kinda explains Wei Ying smells nice though. At the mention of touching everybody. Lan Zhan is a little jealous. Instinct has taken over and reaches for his hand and holds it.]

Wei Ying, this world is dangerous. I...[He has to know.] I have a tattoo on my neck.