Jacob has enough chance to watch that leap. Hells, it isn't a leap, it's not a jump. Sailing is the most accurate word Jacob can assign to it, it hardly looks like there's any energy being expended at all, and gravity doesn't even seem to be a concern. So he gawps, watching like an awed child until Zhou Zishu lands beside him.

"Bloody hell." He manages, "How did you do that?"

It's probably not the time and place to ask, in fact it certainly isn't, but Jacob's never been good at picking the right time.