No serious in-fighting? Is that even possible? Huaisang raises both eyebrows at him to convey as much wondering; surely, someone up there was raising hell. Surely somebody was a snake in the grass, that's simply how people are, let alone long-lived cultivators. He lets out a disbelieving little sigh, but he says, "Lucky!" - and he'll leave it at that.

As for Qinghe, well. His expression dims for a fraction of a second before he sighs again, louder and more exasperated. Cultivation! Ugh!

"Qinghe Nie clan's cultivators are fearsome warriors, traditionally." A beat, so Shen Yuan has time to make a face; yep!! He knows!! "Our ancestors were butchers, and so our disciples learn the saber, rather than the sword. Ah, that is, usually..."

Does he need to say he hates saber practice, or is it obvious from the everything about him? Again, he knows.

"My da-ge was exceptional. Our father, too, or so I've heard. This one isn't much of a warrior, though."