Jin Ling almost runs into the man tearing his way down. He definitely isn't looking at where he's going. Not to mention, he lost track of his spiritual dog. (Much to Wei Wuxian's relief, probably.) She might have found one of the other juniors to play with or anyone else that has doted on her in the past.

Jin Ling skids to a complete stop, about an inch or two from colliding right into him. He really doesn't want to stick around longer, because he fears what will come out of his mouth. Since they all found themselves here, he's been loose lipped and confessing things he normally would not say to anyone. A quick sorry and a dart should be good right?

"S-Sorry!"

He manages to yelp before he trips on his own feet from trying to tear away faster.