Blessed immortals above, Jingyi has quick enough reflexes to not run him through with his sword, and had the situation been different, it would've almost been amusing, seeing him gawk as well. Except it's not funny that he decided to attack outright without thinking things through a little more. “It's okay,” Sizhui assures, both hands still raised as he moves toward his friend. While it takes some soft coaxing, Jingyi does relax, though his attention doesn't leave the larger man, even when Sizhui pivots toward Zhuque.

“He is my friend,” he sighs, “he's simply not thinking clearly.” A brief, narrow-eyed glance toward the other Lan disciple then he turns back to Zhuque again. “The magical outburst must have rattled him.”