Lan Zhan allows himself one quick kiss along Wei Ying's agonized brow before he starts moving. He calls on years of training to help his arms hold Wei Ying as still as possible as he starts to wind down alleyways and move around debris. The ground is red, rotting in places and he avoids it when he can. There is something about it that even without a Core, Lan Zhan can tell is demonic.

He stops every few blocks to orient himself, the sun in this place as dim and festering as anything else. At the third stop he hears a noise, ducking into a nearby alley as the sounds of a horde of demons grows closer. He takes a few more steps back into the darkness, hand hovering over Wei Ying's mouth in case he must quiet him.