[ Zishu's a little taken aback, and then he sighs, dropping his eyes. He had significantly more of a childhood than Wen Kexing did; whatever he didn't, was a product of his own stern stubbornness. At least until his Master passed and left the sect in his less than capable hands. Fifteen is not so much older than fourteen, though. ]

I know. You are, as you so often remind me, right.