After the years had passed, there are so many people who make it a point to tell him that he's practically the spitting image of his father. Though his temper, from those same lips that turn around and whisper, is too similar to Sect Leader Jiang. He supposes that could be a blessing, like his grandmother. Jin Ling had been inspecting reed toys, smiling to himself about how Sizhui had been partial to reed toys when they were younger, maybe he'd like one.

And he hears his name.

He looks up, eyes narrowing slightly at the disembodied voice. Is someone playing a prank on him? Someone that is behind the cart of something just rolled by. But when the vendor leaves, Jin Ling recognizes the bright white and blue robes immediately. Fairy barks and immediately runs over to Sizhui in recognition and sniffs at whatever treats he may have in his pockets.

Jin Ling, however, isn't fair behind as he walks over. Sizhui looks...different. Still soft. Still beautiful. Though that probably shouldn't be said aloud. Still, it doesn't stop the goofy smile on his face as he approaches him.

"Sizhui, you're here too?"