Xiang Yu, who had been glancing at him earlier, immediately looked away as if he had just spotted a scorpion or a snake. The tension in the air felt palpable. He could still sense Han Xin's presence, heavy and unyielding, a distraction he found hard to ignore.
Han Xin had set a clear boundary. He had told Xiang Yu not to show his face in front of him. And surely enough, Xiang Yu abided by that. He should have felt satisfied, relieved even, but instead, a sense of unease settled in his gut. He knew Xiang Yu was lurking around his territory, unchecked. Despite trusting his people to keep an eye on Xiang Yu, he couldn't shake the growing irritation.
Day after day passed with Xiang Yu's distant presence gnawing at him. Finally, after days of holding back his growing restlessness, Han Xin couldn't take it anymore. He decided to look for Xiang Yu himself.
