Lan Wangji eyes him. "Lung Tien Xiang is a celestial," he says, slowly. "I understand that dragons may be regarded differently in your world than in mine, perhaps more so in England, but I am honored to have had the opportunity to speak with him, and for him to have demonstrated this skill."

He glances at the fallen trees again and does not quite sigh. "It is my error for asking him to do so without understanding what it might entail."