Jin Guangyao, who was finally getting used to his new name of Jin Ziyao was on his way back from his job at the clothing shop. He was well acclimatized to the world by now having, spending nearly six months in this place. He was dressed in a mix of modern and ancient clothing in the colors of his sect, a vermillion mark between his brows denoting him a member of the Jin clan.

By the time he passed by the spa he spotted what looks like a cultivator, in a towel and a hat, the familiar clan marking making him stop, though he usually greeted newcomers fairly easily. Liking to be helpful in settling people into this strange land.

"Hello, pardon me if I am rude, but might you need some assistance? You look as if the Metal puppets have gotten to you," he stated with a bow.