A glare sets on Mu Qing's face.

Feng Xin, pretty much what appears to be was busy having a conversation with some Middle Court official.

There was no need to make a big deal of it, because no one seems to be bothered, let alone notice.

Yet, there was, of course, one man...

And once there came an end to the small talk, Feng Xin turned his head around, only to face a very unhappy General Xuan Zhen. “Who was that?” Mu Qing hissed, his brows furrow in irritation, and he folded his arms across his chest, “Did you know him?”