Ming Jing glances at his Onyx Tortoise to find any scratches but non as far as his reddish brown eyes could find. He stood up from the desk with the candles flickering making the shadows dance on the wall as he made a soft sigh come out from his lips. His hand ran through his white hair that was up while some of it was loose and came down to his backside flowing with every move by his head as he heard the knock.

“Come in.”

He said with his soft voice and looked at the door.