another swift movement over one of the painted logs on the ground… another smooth flip and move with the giant lion dancer head in his hands. Even though it was just training, Lingyang always gave his best.

another rustling noise, along with a light ring of bells could be heard..

It was a cold morning in Jinzhou, each of Lingyangs breaths created a small cloud of warm air… he had a rough idea of how many hours he had spent training and perfecting his dance moves.

but for about the last 20 or even 30 minutes he felt watched. Normally he wouldn't bother, a lot of people would glance in his direction when he was training. But whenever he looked around during his moves he saw… no one…

“Odd..” Lingyang mumbled under his breath as he took a brief pause of training. One of his round Suan’ni ears twitched in the direction of a sudden noise before he turned his head completely.

the noise didn't come from the usually crouded street of Jinzhou but rather from the mountains that fraimed the city. Lingyangs brows narrowed slightly in interest.