Very martial cultivator vibes. The western version, he guesses. Not that he spent his weedy little first life thinking about guys who could bench press him or anything. "Dang. I have... absolutely no idea how much I can lift, but I tend to more... carry supplies around than lift weights. An Ding peak has like... specific job requirements."

Casper looks incredibly uncomfortable about whatever it is he can't heal, and if Shang Qinghua was smart or tactful, he wouldn't say anything about it and would change the subject and it would be very smooth, but unfortunately his mouth runs ahead of his brain and what comes out is "The one that killed you? Fuck, I mean, that was rude, I'm sorry, ignore me. Shit. Pretend I didn't say that."