"At being chased around? No, no, abandon the thought, I've only been happy to be faster than most of whatever pursues!"

He smiles, letting it fade again, glancing down at his shirt and sighing internally. He turns away, presenting his back to Lan Zhan, when he starts to tug the shirt off over his head, the temperature of the day unremarkable when he's cultivator enough still to manage temperature regulation, without his qi being terribly drained already.

He trots toward where his sweatshirt lies now on the ground, picking it up and brushing dust off before he pulls it overhead.

"How many more equalisers do you think we'll need to place before these poor lost souls are trapped or undone this time?"