More threats. Zishu just smiles tolerantly, more amused than at all concerned.

"You and he are welcome to visit any time. I offer training in hand to hand, blade, and herbal lore. I think you might like my disciple, you remind me of him." Spoiled. Stubborn. Bristling at the slightest hint at insult.

Well.

Chengling ended up not being as much of a spoiled brat as he'd first thought.

He takes a seat beside Jin Ling and reaches for a wrist, gently tugging the sleeve up before pressing two fingers to the pulse point.