"I have met a superhero or two," says Wei Wuxian thoughtfully. "None dressed quite so remarkably, but they spoke of fighting creatures and villains in their world much like a cultivator would."

He shrugs. The wings, by some hidden mechanism, stretch fluidly and resettle against his shoulders.

"And if Aziraphale and Crowley no longer visit the inn, then we will simply have to live up to their reputations as best we can."