Jiang Cheng watches with something almost like softness on his features; it reminds him a little of when he nephew was younger, still soft around the edges and still trying to learn about the world. Of course, Madoka is far less abrasive than Jin Ling was when he was little, but the sentiment remains.

"They will likely be looking for me, or the other cultivators." He nods, looking around the platform again.

The question, though... It makes his heart ache, just a little.

"... She is my older sister."