Wishing for water to cool the roaring temperature of his mouth, Jiang Cheng puts the teacup down, putting it to one side for the moment. Maybe he'll come back to it in a few moments, when the drink has cooled just a little. He doesn't want to make all the more of a fool of himself.

"Yes, the one that was from our world," he nods his head. It had been a sour thing, but at least he had another a-Ling to focus his worries and fretting on. If he didn't he might be more aggressive and angry about it.

"This is one from the former Wei Wuxian's world. He has a spirit accompanying him, just as Wei Wuxian did."