Blade smiled and greeted back, "Elder Yuan."
"We meet again." They both said the same words at the same time. And their eyes straightly look at each other.
How much time would it cost for them to keep staring into the eyes of each other like they have a unfinished business. Would there be something else aside from the unfamiliar business? Tempest could write a report to back to the headquarters about what happened, including the dilemma --right as of now.
Lacrisi looked at Tempest. Meanwhile, Elder Yuan had still been carrying the box that he wanted to give to Tempest. Touching elder Yuan could probably be another problem. It would add up to the Prior lists of conflicts.
