"No, we didn't." he agrees, voice softening shyly. Zichen is a powerful man - and a talented Cultivator - but he is not a public speaker. Usually Xingchen takes on that role and he finds himself glancing around for the other man.

Then again, it has been years since they walked side by side.

"He was. I would say he was a teenager." Zichen steps to the side so his robes aren't in danger of being brushed by passersby, "I told him what I knew of your mother."