Not a meaningful question... Sizhui seems to contemplate that remark for a moment, and then nods in understanding. With time being stopped in their world, the only metric they could measure by is this place--but they then have no means to verify that time passes with the exact same measure back home. Even if it were like this for a year, could they be sure that a year would have passed in their world? If time has stopped, then no, maybe not... And that in itself is going to take some getting used to.
As for the rest, Sizhui can only assume that Hanguang-jun doesn't have an answer to those questions. Of course, there have been times where he might withhold his answers so that his disciples could form their own; but if this is "for us to find out" as he put it, then this is something Sizhui assumes they're meant to work on together. And as such, something that he has already resolved to do his best with.
It's only then that he notices Hanguang-jun's gaze drift over his shoulder, and Sizhui suddenly remembers the man he left--and the name he had used. He turns, looking startled and then sheepish to see that his companion had already approached. He takes a step back and to the side to make room for one more in the circle of conversation.
"Apologies for leaving so quickly, when we were in the middle of a task." Without even bothering to excuse himself, either. While he might have been excited to see a familiar face, it doesn't entirely excuse the lapse of manners. It especially doesn't excuse the fact that he only feels a little sorry, but he'll keep that to himself.
He does wonder for a moment if he should make introductions--but on one hand, he doesn't know this man's name. And on the other hand, he already seems to know Hanguang-jun? Sizhui glances uncertainly between the two men. "Are you familiar with one another?"
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As for the rest, Sizhui can only assume that Hanguang-jun doesn't have an answer to those questions. Of course, there have been times where he might withhold his answers so that his disciples could form their own; but if this is "for us to find out" as he put it, then this is something Sizhui assumes they're meant to work on together. And as such, something that he has already resolved to do his best with.
It's only then that he notices Hanguang-jun's gaze drift over his shoulder, and Sizhui suddenly remembers the man he left--and the name he had used. He turns, looking startled and then sheepish to see that his companion had already approached. He takes a step back and to the side to make room for one more in the circle of conversation.
"Apologies for leaving so quickly, when we were in the middle of a task." Without even bothering to excuse himself, either. While he might have been excited to see a familiar face, it doesn't entirely excuse the lapse of manners. It especially doesn't excuse the fact that he only feels a little sorry, but he'll keep that to himself.
He does wonder for a moment if he should make introductions--but on one hand, he doesn't know this man's name. And on the other hand, he already seems to know Hanguang-jun? Sizhui glances uncertainly between the two men. "Are you familiar with one another?"