"Hm?"
Yang Jing suddenly stood up, catching everyone's attention.
Sun Yong put down his teacup and asked, puzzled, "Yang Jing, what's wrong?"
Liu Maolin and the others followed Yang Jing's gaze out the window, but they didn't see anything out of the ordinary.
Yang Jing rubbed his eyes. 'Did I just see my cousin, Yang An?'
'But shouldn't Yang An be in the courtyard at Tongyi Square right now?'
'Did he want to come over and watch me in the tournament?'
'Or was I just seeing things?'
Yang Jing had only caught a glimpse of a figure from behind that strongly resembled his cousin. By the time he looked again, the figure was gone.
"It's nothing, Master. I think I was mistaken," Yang Jing said, shaking his head.
"I see," Sun Yong nodded slightly. "Sit down and eat. Rest after your meal and get yourself back in form."
