Every question more complicated than the last. It wasn't that he didn't have answers, but Nie Mingjue better appreciate just how high a cost this information had come at!

"Like everything else so far, this is going to sound strange. For whatever reason, I don't think people here have the same connection to emotions as most of us. They take our powers and abilities because it's easier to control us, and then... well I'm not sure how, but they siphon off our emotions and..." he trails off with a shrug. The more he says, the more unbelievable it sounds, but it boils down to being used like little more than livestock.

As for points in time and places they're from, hearing Nie Mingjue recalls the end of the Sunshot Campaign, and... great, a little less than a year after it. That would put it at... a very bad time to be Wei Wuxian.

"Ah... well, nothing you'd recognize, since my memories are close to sixteen years after that," he says honestly, and he's definitely considering how quick he can run down the hallway and whether or not it'll be faster than the sect leader, if he doesn't like what he hears.

"Oh, but I remember the Sunshot Campaign!"