Jiang Cheng has had little in the way of desire to enter the city; he's too tired to deal with strangers who are in a situation where they're trying to recover and he can feel the ache of his muscles. He's used to fighting, of course he is, but it's been a little time since he's had to fight for so long without Sandu and without pause, especially against monsters that can steal his energy. He hasn't let himself breathe the wrong way for fear that they might steal his Core.

Spotting Wen Ning is easy enough when you know him amongst a crowd of strangers and there's a moment where Jiang Cheng hesitates, not sure what to do with himself - if he should ask or if he should abandon the idea completely. In the end he steps over, arms crossed when he stands, dirty with blood staining him here and there, a few cuts and a Zidian sparking to give away just how much he's been pushing himself.

"..." For a moment all he can do is stare, as if the words have died on his tongue - they have - before he manages something. "You can't go inside?"