[His face says... he is proud of Jin Ling (did he tell Jin Ling this? no), but he trusts Jin Ling about as far as he can throw the boy.
The disciples get a glance, and they look as nervous as any in the presence of someone as volatile as Jiang Cheng. Though, he actually offers them a faint nod before he disappears with Huaisang.]
I want to hear what happened from the beginning.
[At first, he seems to reserved to fall into being comfortable, or, rather, getting comfortable. His eyes sweep the room, and then they sweep Huaisang and the clay jars. His sigh is quiet, under his breath, and begrudging. Finally, he "makes himself comfortable," which is just him sitting with stiff shoulders and a resting bitch face.]
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The disciples get a glance, and they look as nervous as any in the presence of someone as volatile as Jiang Cheng. Though, he actually offers them a faint nod before he disappears with Huaisang.]
I want to hear what happened from the beginning.
[At first, he seems to reserved to fall into being comfortable, or, rather, getting comfortable. His eyes sweep the room, and then they sweep Huaisang and the clay jars. His sigh is quiet, under his breath, and begrudging. Finally, he "makes himself comfortable," which is just him sitting with stiff shoulders and a resting bitch face.]