"What's wrong with you, Senior?" Sena felt the fluctuation of spiritual energy around Harris when he arrived after suddenly vanishing for a good couple of hours.
Sena received a sharp glance as if he was telling her by his eyes that she should mind her own business. Biting her tongue, she stopped herself from prying. 'Who did he fight with? Did he lose?'
Coincidentally, Juzi, who dared not approach his master, was asking the same trail of questions at the back of his mind. More than anyone else, he knew his master like the back of his palm. Though most who claimed this was already dead, Juzi experienced the hardships of being an aide for centuries already.
And the way he observed his master by the violent swirl of aura around his master and the way his straight shoulders were tensed as if he was on high alert, were few of the many telltale signs of his master becoming a sore loser.
Clearing his throat, Juzi dared to send a message. 'My Liege?'
