He smiles again, briefly, before his features settle into something more serious, less distracted. "Can't promise that, Jiang Cheng." A wry sort of twist to his lips, and he let his hand holding Chenqing fall to his side. "All I've got to say is going to be some kind of unpleasant."

Avoiding it, however, is going to leave them both with more troubles than others. He takes a half step forward, pauses, settles in to look back at house lifetime companion with a clear gaze.

"The summoning that brought us here also brought people who should be dead. Some... at least one would make us happy, but... she's had to leave, today. The rest? Xue Yang is here. He's even died on the train, but that's another topic altogether." Another pause. " Meng Yao is here. From before... everything, but he was told what he becomes."

He stops there for now, intently watching Jiang Cheng, brow furrowed just a touch.