Someone is casually sitting next to him at a noodle shop, pressing a homemade bottle of Laoganma towards him. The food in Nippon was less spicy to both their yunmeng palates so Jin Guangyao

"So, how long were you going to have me believe that you were Mo Xianyu? You really are a brat. You made me look like a fool." he wasn't mad at the prospect, not really. Though he wondered what drove his little brother to destroy his own soul in that way. It was a sad thought.

He always wanted a younger brother like his sworn brothers had. He wanted to be a good one as well. Seeing the awkward teen try and make it through the viper's nest that was Koi tower, he couldn't help but feel for him.

"I'm not mad I can see why such a ploy would be appealing considering the history between my clan and you."