Intuition
The trek was long and the entourage sizeable. Despite the fact that he was near the back of the group, and the other up front, Xinfeng’s eyes repeatedly strayed to a certain man’s back.
Ever since their tea-house encounter, Xinfeng could not shake the tiny, lingering itch from the back of his mind. The look in Zhiyang’s eyes planted a seed of doubt within Xinfeng which refused to be unearthed. Xinfeng always believed himself to be intuitive, and the sense of familiarity triggered alarm bells inside his head, especially considering how well he knew him after the many years they’d spent together--or, more accurately, the many years Xinfeng spent under his servitude. There was little harm in following this intuition with some subtle investigation, Xinfeng eventually decided. Xinfeng gingerly picked up the hems of his robs and advanced, ensuring to bow and smile to the other Jin disciples on his way. Finally, he reached his destination.
His eyes strayed to Jin Zhiyang until their gazes met. My, how differently he looked, clothed in white as opposed to swathed in his usual gold.
“Master Jin,” Xinfeng gave a small bow in courtesy, gaze lowered as a sign of respect and submission--the same greeting he always gave him in the past. “I hope my presence is not too bothersome, if I may be so bold to join you.” Xinfeng smiled. “A spirit guardian, whom takes the form of a blue bird, awakened by its name, or so the rumors say... Do you believe we will find it here?”
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