Although he very nearly invited the question, Lan Wangji is still somewhat surprised by it. He looks down at his hands, at the places where his fingertips meet Wangji's strings, and considers how much he would like to reveal. He wants to be honest with Magnus, but he also can barely tolerate the thought of speaking about his parents. "You know of the Cloud Recesses and its rules. When I was a child, there were three thousand of them. Xiongzhang and I were raised by our uncle. He was also our teacher."