Answering is no easy feat when you're a statue that can't speak, but there may be more to the silence of activity or prompt that follows. Bu a few sparks eventually emerge in the air where the talisman had been used, as some imitation of the butterflies appear. Coloured in golden whites instead of fiery red, warm like the sun, with the tiny flaps of their wings like a light breeze.

Some amount of Wei Wuxian's type of qi starts slowly being mingled in with it, except - unfortunately, it evaporates it, making the butterflies lose their shape like the ripples on the surface of a lake.

The energy disappears. Nothing follows for a few seconds, until the previous warmth takes Wei Wuxian by the hands, a light tug sensation given - one that tickles - to lead them over to the statue's hands.