32 Something Serious

Far away, outside Huan City, there was an elegant black carriage with golden peonies carved on it flying through the dark sky; it was being pulled towards the north by two beautiful Lightening Horses.

The space inside the carriage was tens of times bigger than what it looked on the outside so in an ample and comfy closed room with no windows, there were eleven people with the most eye-catching person being a young man clad in dark green with his head lying on a circular wood table in the middle of the room as he looked with regret at the plum blossoms carved on his opened bamboo fan and berated from boredom, "Ughh… That damn Xingtian, I shouldn't have followed him.

Where is the fun?"

*Sigh*

He closed his fan before abruptly standing from his chair while supporting himself with his hands on the table, asking, "And where is him? More than a couple of hours have already passed and we are still here.

Arghh… that bastard, he lied to this king."

*Thud* His forehead hit the table when he helplessly and disheartened let himself fall on the chair.

The other ten people who were divided into two groups of five were listening to all the complaints of their King while being standing before the walls to their King's right and left sides. All were clad in tight purple robes and if it weren't because of the silver masks on their faces where one could only see their pair of eyes, one would have been able to see their unbelieving expressions but of course, there were some exceptions, two of them had serious faces as they had already gotten used to this behaviour of their King; those two were the highest ranked of the ten present people and had a curved purple feather carved beside the left eye of their masks as a distinctive from the lowest ranked so both of them were the closest in serving their King.

The room was in an almost complete silence with only the sighing of the young man in green being heard as the men in purple were as quiet as statues.

*Creak*

Amid the subtle silence, the creaking of the door opening was heard.

Knowing who surely was, the young man clad in dark green raised his head from the table to look at the door that was meters away before him with a resentful look and without saying anything due to his dissatisfaction despite having already seen the target of his earlier voiced and now silent curses.

"Is brother Qinghai already this impatient?" Xingtian asked with a grin when he saw Qinghai looks.

"You, you…" Qinghai sat straight and pointed to the approaching black-robed Xingtian with his closed fan, "I don't see any fun!" He added in a tantrum way as he crossed his arms before his chest.

*Scrape* Xingtian pulled the chair opposite Qinghai to take sit, saying, "That's a matter of course. The fun isn't here."

"Huh? Then, where is it?" Qinghai asked with perked interest.

"In Chang City but even there, it will take time for you to see it."

"Heh… is that so?" Qinghai replied with a mistrustful tone. The scepticism in his eyes was obvious, 'Is there real fun awaiting in the Imperial Capital, Chang City or did he just want to drag me away from Huan City?

Either way, if it is the latter, I should have stayed but if it is the former, then… it means that that girl is someone irrelevant and without any importance as he usually does his recruiting before changing places unless he has urgent business to take care off. Hmm…'

Xingtian wasn't paying attention to Qinghai anymore as he was caught in his own thoughts, '… fun to you and many others but to me… it is something serious.

If it wasn't because of today coincidental meeting and those fools I wouldn't be hurrying this.

Tch, Qinghai was right, I should have left my most trusted personnel follow me around. The quicker they arrive at Huan City, the less uneasiness I will feel…

*Sigh* She must be dancing right now, isn't it?'

His head was filled with many more unsaid thoughts but just as with Qinghai's ones, some of them were wrong by miles; Huan Meirong was now standing all wet with furrowed brows before a black pill furnace inside the pavilion that was in the middle of the lake in the space of the little black stone devoid of any dancing mood.