Xichen neither asks nor expects, gifts nor boons. He gives because he can give, and because it is needed, and because it is right.

He nods, brightly. "Ah, yes, I should have realized when you didn't ask about spiritual energy. Yes, a cultivator. And, hm. In our world, there is only one who has reached immortality, though many try. But I wouldn't disbelieve it."

The softness turns... a little sadder. He is doing better, but he is still a little bit on the fence about whether he wants to keep on living or not. Let alone... on that scale.

"Is that what you want? That kind of life span?"