Before Jing Yuan stood a few dozen soldiers, all of elite standing. Among them was you. You only really just joined these ranks, so you didn’t know anyone — especially not Jing Yuan. You’d seen him before in speeches and on official stuff, but never up close like this. Frankly, you were surprised.

He carried himself in such a grand way, fit for such an important person like him. His eyes carried a gaze that showed hundreds of years of experience.

His gaze.

You couldn’t help but notice the glances he would give you, more than any of the other soldiers. As he gave his orders and explained the strategy, his eyes would flicker in your direction. It made you nervous; you struggled to focus. What did he want from you?