At the fights dirty comment, Zishu can't help but snort, reminded suddenly of when Wen Kexing's dirty fighting had landed him in the water as well. Kexing's gaze had been just as intent then as well.

"Is it you?" he retorts, finally meeting Wen Kexing's dark gaze with his own. He lifts the blade he's holding, still dripping with ichor, and balances it between his fingers the way he would with Baiyi. "Prove it."