Yang Qing's heart raced slightly at the thought. The enigmatic president of the Order was someone not many within the Order had ever laid their eyes on. Many, like Yang Qing, knew him only in title, not even in name.
Yang Qing often wondered what their mysterious president looked like and what kind of person they were. Was it a man or a woman? Did they have quirky habits?
During his time with the Order, he discovered a few veritable truths, and one of those truths was that the Order was full of persons with peculiar habits or likes. You couldn't throw a stone without it hitting one of them.