He'd do the same if he didn't have quite so much - but despite the heavily laden basket, he moves as if it weighs nothing. And doesn't think about it being strange, either. Kexing blinks at the invitation before smiling and nods, following at Wangji's side to wherever the other wishes to take him.

And listens, a frown growing before he smooths his expression to disinterest, if a bit colder than the average disinterest. The familiarity gnaws at him.

"There's a sect like that where I'm from too. It's human nature to be greedy and evil. Very few manage to rise above that." He knows one, really. Only one, precious man. And even he has been touched by human evil.