He looks behind the young master when his name is being called. He waits for the young master to turn around, to greet the others that seemingly appeared from the forest. The sword is drawn and Zhuque frowns deeply, knowing that it's an attack of sorts. He almost moves before he sees the young master throwing himself in front of the blade. The attacker, dressed similarly to the young master, stops and gawks at him looming from behind Sizhui.

"Who is this?" he asks. "He does not seem to be a friend of yours if he is rushing toward you with a blade."