The clashing metal blades and the scent of earthen dust; the adrenaline of battle pumps through your veins as you shielded yourself from the general's fury.

As the two blades collided and the distance between the both of you shortened— Jing Yuan's serious scowl would twitch into a small smirk, “Not bad.”

The two of you then pulled away. Perhaps adrenaline wasn't the only thing sending your heart into a flurry of waves.