Titles are about as useful as nipples on a breastplate here, really.

[ he says with a laugh, unperturbed by wei wuxian's open ogling. he's not quite as in shape as he was a few decades while he was at war, but like.. for jing yuan, being out of shape is like. still this way. thankfully he's not the arrogant type to make his pecs dance for attention. ]

And, well, power is relative, isn't it? In comparison with many of those aboard the Xianzhou, I suppose that I am, but when compared with the might of an Aeon, I am much less so.

[ anyway, delicious congee! he scoops some into a bowl for himself and takes a bite, humming his satisfaction. ]