There is movement and he knows that he is being followed, just not by who. The other is just as quiet as he is and he can't help but give an almost feral grin to that. There were not too many, that he knew, who could match him. Not in speed, silence, or internal energy. Even if there were a few of those things, like his internal energy, that he didn't actively toss out there. He's been without it for so long, but it's back, and he enjoys the feel of it coursing through his veins.

Those eyes look toward the stranger for a moment, even more so when their paths cross. There was a higher vantage point and then like the other was putting himself straight into his line of sight.

The water being splashed into his face gets a soft growl out of him. Funny, if he'd thought of it, he'd realize something that his own zhiji had mentioned during one of their first meetings, but that was neither here nor there.

It does not, however, stop those eyes from looking toward Wei Wuxian, whether it be in confusion or another emotion was anyone's guess. Give him a minute and he's bound to ask what in the hell the other just did to him, other than soaking him in the face with water.