Fuxue is in his hand, unsheathed, in a blink. The teasing has given him a focus and he only warns his A-Yang with a smile before he attacks. Their skills are similar and he enjoys the way their blades come together - sometimes hard, sometimes soft. Blood pumps through his veins and Zichen can honestly say he feels more alive than ever like this.

"You haven't gotten weak, have you?"

Now it's his turn to tease.