There was a time where he preferred using his martial arts over the sword. Or preferred being as high up as possible wire-walking. It was something that he'd needed to do when Lan Wangji and himself had been trying to get away from wolves. That? It seemed like quite a long time ago. What was time when they kept moving east?

Was he what? Whatever the stranger was about to say is cut off. The dead were trying to come out of the water after them. Another slice of the sword and sending the dead back into the depths has him briefly looking over toward the other giving him a bright smile.

"I am not from any particular sect nor am I native to these parts." No matter how right it felt to be in the place. "You just arrived then?"