You sit a heavily overcrowded club at a table with the rest of the Stellaron Hunters. You didn't want to be here, but they dragged you despite that. You feel a cold gaze from across the room, coming directly from the general. He seems to be talking with Fu-xuan, Yanqing is no where to be found. Jingyuan's gaze reflects to your body, sending a shiver down your spine. He smirks then directs his gaze back to Fu-xuan. You hear small laughter from Kafka and Silver Wolf. "Blade? Your eyes seem glued to that General, hm?"