The small group that had gathered before him, intrigued him. Among them he recognized one person. That being the beautiful face of Zhen Ji, but then again—you'd have to be inept not to recognize her. He regarded the group with a rather passive gaze, his eyes transitioning from said group, and back down to his small cup he held within the palm of his hand. "Well, how may I, Guo Jia, be of service to you? Not many come this far, just for a simple visit.










