Dan Feng sat silently at the table before him, a cup of tea grasped firmly in his hands as he watched Yingxing with a small frown on his face as the white-haired man boasted his swordsmanship to some of the younger swordsman.

No matter how much he adored Yingxing, the man seemed all too eager to refuse all attempts for Dan Feng's to get closer to him. He stood, placing the cup down. "Yingxing. A walk through the gardens, if you will? I feel a headache coming on."

He already knew the answer.