Before long, a gray-clad servant entered with a tea tray and poured a cup of hot tea for them both.
The tea was clear, and its fragrant steam curled upward, filling the room.
The servant moved with deference, bowing and exiting after pouring the tea, making not the slightest unnecessary sound the entire time.
Yang Jing kept his head bowed, but he could clearly feel a sharp gaze fixed upon him.
Qin Gang's gaze felt almost tangible, filled with scrutiny, doubt, and a complex mix of emotions that was hard to define. It made Yang Jing's back tense up and his palms begin to sweat.
'I just don't get it.' He had never had any dealings with this Peak Master Zhenyue, so why was the man so "focused" on him? The intense stare made him completely uncomfortable, and he instinctively quieted his breathing.
Qin Gang picked up his teacup but did not drink from it. He simply caressed the rim, his gaze directed at Yang Jing.
The look he gave Yang Jing was complex.
