"I saw someone setting up their tent upside down, if that counts," he says, leaning in as if this is indeed gossip worth sharing. They continued forward, eventually stopping at a small fire near the cooking tents. Several iron pots meant for small amounts of substances, most water, some other beverages.

Wuxian peers into a few of them after exchanging greetings with the man watching the fire, who waves them on with a, "Fill it up after, please."

"Here we are! Looks like the water's ready," he says, grasping the handle with his folded over hoodie sleeve. "There's tea in the packages right there."