About what he thought. Seemed there were some constants no matter what world you were part of; the more powerful one became the harder that power was to control, and the more dire the consequences if control was lost. It was no wonder Shepard fought so ruthlessly and efficiently, even against such a large group. Wei Wuxian's experience was less up close and personal with those he was fighting, simply by virtue of his deviant path of cultivation. He couldn't wield a sword the same way as he once did, so his fighting style had to change.

"Remind me to stay on your good side," he nodded along, trying not to mentally stumble at the idea of an entire city, let along multiple cities in the sky. The more he heard about Shepard's world, the more convinced he became it was real; what started as fantasy, there was just no way to hold onto so many small details and bits of knowledge and keep it all straight if it were a lie.

"Ah... it sort of depends. Anywhere from a few hundred to several thousand, I guess?" he was pretty sure it had more to do with the ruling entity and what they decided to call it, be it kingdom, city, town, or village. Who kept track of that sort of thing?

"Why? How many people fit in your sky stations?"