Under different circumstances, he would take offense to being ordered around but right now his pride the least of his concerns. He hurries after Sizhui, eyes on the house and the ring of fire surrounding it, always searching for some point of weakness where the fire seems weaker and lower or searching for more broken windows.

There is none, though, not until they find the place which Sizhui had mentioned - exactly one all too irresistible way into the house, the wall of fire arranged just so that the shattered window is easily seen.

It is an invitation Jiang Cheng couldn't possibly resist. He is on his sword before he can even think about the dangers inside, lifting into the air.

"She's my sister, so let me go first. I'll take the risks."