Masks surprise at seeing his clothes and appearance yet approaches him and nods his head politely without letting him out of his sight and keeping his hand inconspicuously near his sword. "Greetings, warrior. May I ask who are you and.. whose kingdom is this?" (apologies, doesn't really count as an advice but: for the lolz XD)
As was his habit in these recent years, Lan Wangji traveled often alone to the furthest villages of the Gusu Lan Sect territory and assisted whenever they requested it. Travelers along the road were not an uncommon sight, especially leading to the port towns along the river that flowed downward to the sea. It was on his return journey to the retreat of his Sect in the heights of the mountains stretching above that he came upon a stranger.
This man is different than any others he had encountered, and Lan Wangji spares a glance his way even as he was still distant from him and walking his opposing direction on the road. He was imposingly tall with hair a shade he had never laid eyes on before and dressed outlandishly, and carrying himself in an impressive way. There was something about this man that Lan Wangji cannot place - but it is the same feeling he has around the Immortal ones, the cultivators who achieved such a strong cultivation base that they achieved the highly sought status of immortality.
Curious, but unwilling to disregard such a mysterious man as they cross paths, Lan Wangji calmly stops and steps to the side of the road to allow the man ample room for passage. He wears his sword at his hip even as he carries his own in his hand.
The question asked of him gives him plenty more of his own, but he does not ask them. His lack of common, customary greeting certainly marks him as a foreigner, and he cannot begin to imagine from where and what trade it was that brought him here. However, he is disinclined to make such corrections to a foreigner or hold it against him.
“Greetings,” he answers unobtrusively. “This is Gusu, of Suzhou. I am Hanguang-Jun, of the Gusu Lan Sect.” He pauses, watching the face and expression of the man before him. “You are unfamiliar with this region,” he conjectures. Even if he is lost, he seems like he could take care of himself. “What is your destination?”