A friend of my brother's, actually. A daozhang who is easy to pick out of a crowd, he's a good man that tends to wear white. Xiao Xingchen.

[ He doesn't bring up that Xingchen ought to have died horrifically and currently have the shards of his soul carried around in a pouch by his undead best friend. You don't infodump that stuff on the first meeting! ]

It was a relief to wake up to a friendly face. My nephew is also here, a young man with ... ah, he acquired rabbit-ears somewhere along the line. Apparently he's been on some adventures in a realm before this one.

[ He skirts their way to the back of the stage and finds his clothing, shaking out the button-down shirt and trousers. ]

Would you mind turning around for a moment?