"..." Lan Zhan just sits there, not sure what advice he could give. "Maybe he has an agenda for you. I don't think the people here are friendly and welcoming as they seem."

Maybe it's his paranoia talking, but his intuition is on edge. Back home in his homeworld, he is not like this. Maybe it's based on the information the spirits have given.

"Otherwise, I don't know Wei Ying. But there are very few people I trust." And that goes saying something.