Tumultuous
It was almost an hour ago when Hao Xuan had rushed out of the tent in an all-consuming fury. He didn't have a destination in mind but hearing all the things the Grand Priestess had to say, it was either walking out or start throwing punches so he chose to recuse himself from the situation.
He ran for a couple of minutes through the bustling city streets that were all lit up like a Christmas tree before coming to a stop on the roof of a white stone structure.
His chest heaving up and down not from running out of breath but from trying to suppress his raging emotions. His face contorted in anger while his veins bulged through his skin as he tried his best to keep himself in check.
But after a few seconds he couldn't help but slam his fist against the stone roof in annoyance, leaving an inch-deep imprint and shaking the entire structure.