As Wu Zhong narrated the inside story of the Heroic Sakura Association, he put down the teacup, leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, fingers interlocked under his chin, eyes focused and sharp, like a hawk eyeing its prey.
When Xiao Lingling mentioned Shi Feiyang having something akin to a Qiankun, Lu Bing's pupils contracted suddenly, his body sat up straight with a jolt, the robe sweeps the tea cups on the table obliviously.
The sound of porcelain shattering echoed, yet he remained unfazed, muttering to himself: "What a Shi Feiyang..."
Suddenly, he sprang up, pacing back and forth in the hall, the heels of his boots pounding heavily on the blue bricks, hands clasped behind his back, sometimes clenched into fists and sometimes relaxed, his face fluctuating between shadows and light, fully revealing the excitement and calculations in his heart.
