The magic rises within him, placing a barrier between himself and the threat before Wei Wuxian is even aware that he's called for it. He stares at Lan Zhan through the invisible barrier for a moment, surprised at himself, but it's accomplished his goal well enough. With a look that's nearly one of apology, Wei Wuxian sits back down, glancing once more over the rainstorm.

His head hurts. He probably shouldn't have called on his god power, too, but like his other thoughts, it soon falls away in favor of curling eddies of wind with his fingertips.