"Oh? Well, so long as we've better options, I think it's best to leave Mister Pig alone," Shen Luguang says with a very, very quiet laugh, backing away from the bush until he's rejoined the tall cultivator who had helped him so much on the monstrous ship. He smiles at the stranger to show him no harm's been done, and as the three of them begin to walk westward he inquires (in simple language out of deference to the man's obvious foreign status), "Are you sure you aren't hurt? Going by your clothes I fear you must be very far from home indeed."

Is that technically his fault? He had been the one piloting the ship during that last desperate plunge across dimensions after all...His ears flush slightly with mortification, and he quickly turns to the other cultivator, saying, "And you, sir, I really must thank you for all your help just now. I doubt I'd have gotten very far on my own!"

Of the two of them, the taller cultivator had been the first to break out of his cell, and then he had watched Shen Luguang's back while he puzzled out the controls on the ship. Although Shen Luguang was far from helpless, fighting in such tight corners was hardly his speciality, and having an assistant had been truly invaluable.