It's not something Jiang Cheng wants to spend a lot of time thinking about - it makes him feel uneasy, thinking that people here are so unaware of the basis of his entire world. Cultivation, his Golden Core, all of it... To think of a world where everything he knows doesn't exist is a kind of discomfort he's not ready to think about.

Shaking his head, he crosses his arms a little tighter over his chest, breathing out.

"None that I've spoken to, no." It's a difficult thing to admit. "But there's no one that seems unkind or unhelpful. It's the opposite." People here have almost been alarmingly kind, which is also something he is not used to as the fearsome Sandu Shengshou.

The rest of Wen Ning's words strike him, though, and there's an odd lump in his throat. It's too strange to have Wen Ning offer to be at his side, not with all they've been through, but he's also aware of what he owes the other man - both his life and a level of honesty no one else might have offered.

"... You as well."