Xingchen smiles and gives a little nod, "Of course. I'd be happy to share stories. I imagine we have a lot of them." Xingchen's sword is strapped to his back, a beautiful blade that is well known in his world. The decorative hilt the only thing showing at the moment but it is the only weapon he chooses to use against resentful enemies. He wonders how this other man fights and if he has a spiritual weapon as well to aid him in his battles. Questions already forming in his mind that can be shared over tea.