"Yeah," says Shen Yuan. "I don't really think about it a lot of the time, because I didn't actually cultivate to this level myself, but it comes in handy." He grabs his palette, tucks his brushes in his belt, and draws Xiu Ya, careful to not let its sword glare extend. He hops onto it, spiraling up like he's skateboarding to stand at the proper height to use his extra-tall easel. "Sometimes in very silly ways," he says, squinting, and then gives a satisfied nod.