Something is amiss. Huang Gou Heng's fists itched, as with each small turn of the wheel his hands would occasionally fidget as the tingling in the back of his head continued to grow. Only when he rubbed the jade ring upon his thumb did he feel a sense of tiny alleviation. For some reason after meeting with Zhou Cao Bohai and succeeding in gaining his verbal agreement. He should have felt a sense of satisfaction but; He felt none of that at all. What is this sense of expectation I'm feeling?