Yeah. Not exactly the reassurance he wants to hear right now. He knows that the Ghost General is a formidable fighter, but if he is trapped here like the rest of them, then that means he has been sapped of all the power he held in their world. Strong enough to fight, but not strong enough to take on armies single handed.
Jin Zixuan stands by and waits (quite impatiently) for Wen Ning to be finished storing his orb in the pouch, then draws an arrow from his quiver and begins to venture forth. The streets of this nightmare city mirror those of the real Aefenglom well enough that Jin Zixuan is certain of his way around. He heads towards the waterfront, down a wide avenue which, in the waking world, would lead to the building Jin Zixuan now calls home. It's as safe a place to take shelter as any, he supposes.
As he walks, he regards Wen Ning out of the corner of his eye. He can't help but be wary around the man. Even without knowing he would be his murderer, how much can he really trust him?
"I suppose it's too early to tell what your magical speciality will be."
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Jin Zixuan stands by and waits (quite impatiently) for Wen Ning to be finished storing his orb in the pouch, then draws an arrow from his quiver and begins to venture forth. The streets of this nightmare city mirror those of the real Aefenglom well enough that Jin Zixuan is certain of his way around. He heads towards the waterfront, down a wide avenue which, in the waking world, would lead to the building Jin Zixuan now calls home. It's as safe a place to take shelter as any, he supposes.
As he walks, he regards Wen Ning out of the corner of his eye. He can't help but be wary around the man. Even without knowing he would be his murderer, how much can he really trust him?
"I suppose it's too early to tell what your magical speciality will be."