Wen Ning freezes up immediately at the sound of that voice. The darkness has already started to leave his tired eyes as he turns to fully face the speaker. He would be ready to believe this was a nightmare of his own, but it's not right. For it to be a nightmare, Jin Zixuan wouldn't be willing to fight back - nor would he have any of the animal-like transformative qualities he's already seen on others here since his arrival. That makes this man a denizen of this place, alive somehow.

He can only stare. Any traces of his magic are gone now, leaving him to stand wearily and pathetically in tattered robes. He isn't going to run. If the man he killed wants to shoot him he'd have every right to.

"Young master...?"