Undercurrents.
A strange look passed through Li's eyes as he looked around him...
Currently, he was seated in the mess hall of the ship. Himself, Sue, Stan, Old Man Ling, and Maya, alongside the people who had received Levron's blessings, had come here to get something to eat.
However...
A frown appeared on Stan's face,
"Something isn't right..."
Li shook his head, "Tell me about it." His gaze narrowed,
"These guys are looking at us funny. I don't like it one bit."
There was a saying, that one's gaze carried intent. Those who constantly towed the fine line between life and death were more susceptible to this feeling.
A gaze that carried ill intentions, that makes the hair at the back of your neck stand, a chill race down your spine...
"Things were bound to turn out this way." Sue shook her head, shoveling a huge chunk of meat into her mouth and chewing.