If Wen Ning knew that Jin Zixuan could actually fly he'd be telling him to go on without him - especially if it meant he got to see those wings in action. Flying on a sword is great, but being able to fly with your own pair of wings? That's something special entirely.

It seems odd, from the other man's explanation, that he would be judged to have a potential for magic while Wei Wuxian, the man who created demonic cultivation, would not be. Something about all that seems suspect, and he has to wonder if it has anything to do with his susceptibility to magic in the first place. That's not quite the same.

If he has to partner with a monster... well surely Wei Wuxian would already have Lan Wangji. He wouldn't want to get in the middle of that. Who will he partner with?

He'll have to figure that out later. Right now he's still slowing down Jin Zixuan and that's bothering him. Healing magic is part of a witch's arsenal, isn't it? He hasn't attempted it yet because he hasn't been sure where to start. With this thought, any small plants or grass poking up through the cobblestone begin to shrivel and die as he passes by them, their essence traveling upward to heal his wounded leg in a faint black mist. He doesn't notice for now, but his pace does start to normalize.

"I'm... sorry for all my questions."