His expression was a sympathetic one. Guangyao had known how long they had worked and had himself watched all their efforts burn into ash. He reached out and placed a hand on his friend's forearm as he touched over his own chest. How many times had he made that same action himself?

Held his chest or his throat when he remembered. His heart broke for his friend and a bit for himself as well. They had no chance of surviving where they were. The cultivation could not let them exist these two who broke the status quo.

"It's alright, Minshan. It is. All a lot to take in. Even dealing with a death is hard and will take time to settle. I am here if you need me. I will help you settle in and we can figure out what you want as we move forward." He remembered when he had first arrived being alone and wandering this new place. The most familiar face was Xue Yang's.