Gu Mu-Song couldn't pinpoint his emotional state today.
Unsettled? Anxious? There were many ways to categorize what he was feeling at the moment.
The issue with this was simple. His instincts were usually almost never wrong.
He didn't live this long and do the things that he had done by being unaware of his surroundings.
He could feel the world around him crying.
It was a prelude to a great disaster that he had felt many times before.
Gu Mu-Song got tired of pacing about his room, so he left in the hopes of either easing his nerves or coming across the problem.
Whichever came first.
Gu Mu-Song could see that the bulk of his disciples were returning back here so that they didn't miss curfew.
They bowed to him respectfully before tucking into their rooms.
