Both Bolin and Haishi were dumbfounded. Everything about today seemed a little too surreal for them. They had left the place they called home for over a century to start off in an unfamiliar place filled with human cultivators.
When they faced off against Feng Xin they had expected to die but they ended up living by sheer luck because Feng Xin found them useful alive more than dead. After that one of them had expected to be an alchemical ingredient whose days and body would be spent under the knife and constantly being researched on by overzealous alchemists while the other expected to be bird food. When that didn't happen they at the very least expected to be slaves with little to no rights. They never expected to be considered comrades to human cultivators none the least.
