"Wei Ying!" Lan Zhan's voice is raised as the man gets lifted, resisting the urge to destroy those tendrils. His knuckles white from clutching Bichen so tightly. The other man has a plan and it is clear, but Lan Wangji cannot help but be concerned. he can feel the resentment around them, the air thick with emotions. But he will stay by Wei Wuxian's side, making sure no debris comes his way, keeping the extra tendrils at bay. Cutting away at the ones that try to grab the man that came to also assist. No matter what happens, he will try to make sure that no harm will come to those close to him.

Even as the voice is telling them to prepare to leave. He finally lets go of his sword and lets it lift him up into the air to make sure he stays even with him. He doesn't need a tendril to help with that, he has his own means of flight.

"I won't leave." Not without him. They both have those devices, don't they? Certainly they will leave together.