I want to know who you are.

An Eunuch hurriedly slid forward, his green robe swaying forth, even his hat nearly slid off with his great speeds.

Hurriedly he arrived before a set of grand wooden doors, held guard by ten steely eyed guards, who's eyes blazed with righteous wrath.

He hurriedly composed himself, tipping his hat forward, and tidying his robe. He then kowtowed, and said loudly, "This lowly one requests an audience with this Empires sun!"

The doors were slowly opened by a fair, white beauty with bellflowers covering her body faintly, her supple lips were beautiful, and she bowed to the Eunuch.

The Eunuch hurried inside, and kowtowed again.

A series of coughs echoed, as a middle aged man with a series of heavy greys marring his head looked down at the Eunuch. His health obviously suffered, as his limbs were withdrawn with any bare signs of being alive.

"Your Majesty, the Qing clan has rebelled and the Zhuge clan has entered our lands! Please give your orders!"

The Emperor frowned, this was serious news. That one of the powerful families of the Empire, who owned a vast scale of land and had an untouchable influence over those areas was actually rebelling with a powerful Empire. He was already shocked that this news had arrived.

"Quickly, who is the source!"

The Eunuch frowned, and said, "It was the son of the Wu Clan, Wu Long, now known as Wu Motian."

...

In the Falling snow mountain range, a field of plum blossoms could be seen flowering in the cold. Their leaves fell down paving a colorful, and almost holy path.

A youth sat on a rock, meditating silently.

His spirit was unmatched in the chill that could obstruct several heavy men.

His long black hair was swept by the occasional breeze, rolling together with the snow below, coiling. His breath came forth as two dancing dragons.

From the Western point of the mountain range, a group could be seen ascending forth towards the peak where the youth laid in wait.

Very soon a young girl, with long crimson hair, a beautiful goddess with unmatched temperament stood, in the center of a formation of six overpowering figures.

Wu Motian calmly opened his eyes, sweeping his gaze forth over these new encounters.

He silently hummed, before asking, "Hm, which divinity led towards me?"

He stood up, he swept his hands behind him, as he peered forth toward the Heavens.

"The constellations of a Devil, and of death."

Wu Motian nodded, before saying, "A fair assumption, yet to go so far as to seek a seers aid to accompany this old fellow, I must truly wonder what Mistress Feng is attempting."

Feng Jiaying was silent for a moment, before saying, "I wish to repay you."

Wu Motian looked her in the eyes, and said, "There is no need. I have done nothing to obtain your favor."

Feng Jiaying frowned, "Then take it as my personal benefit!"

Wu Motian shook his head, "Feng Yu, what have you to say?"

Feng Yu shook his head, "Bro Wu, this isn't for me to get involved in."

Wu Motian threw his head back, with a click ot his tongue.

Wu Motian groaned, "There is no treasure nor excitement forth coming."

Feng Jiaying smiled, "As a princess, I've surely understood such a thing."

Wu Motian exclaimed, "Ah, really! What is it you want Feng Jiaying?! This is not the Immortal realms, I am not a Feng clansmen, if you wish to do something I do not have to mindlessly accommodate you, give me a reason!"

Feng Jiaying was again silent, for a few minutes now, "To get to know you."

Wu Motian frowned, "What?"

"At times you are calculative, pragmatic, and greedy, yet at just a breaths difference you are kind, you are vulnerable, you are defenceless. Strength to weakness, hate to love, kindness to selfishness. It confuses me, I cannot help my curiosity."

Wu Motian raised a brow, before sweeping his hand forth. A sword appeared with a spark of mysterious light, and he swept it towards her neck. It flew at breakneck speeds.

It was an inch away from her throat, meanwhile six sharp and destructive intents were strangling him, a single inch forth and death and devastation without even a fragment of his soul to remain would transpire.

Feng Jiaying's hand raised forth, like an anchor between the tides of life and death.

"It is considered a taboo in the Immortal realms to ask for the analysis of another beings psyche. Any person considered to have done so is to have insulted, and bought enmity with their counterpart. Hence I assume this is the same?"

Wu Motian repeated the information he knew.

"It is but an aged custom, furthermore I do not wish to slight you. Else I could have simply forced you to, or done so in the shadows. How could you a mortal recognize me. Instead I have come, face to face, making a request. I have shown respect Wu Long, I have only one motive, and that is to understand you further. I will not interfere with you, and I shall swear to not do you harm unless you provoke me."

One of Wu Motian's eyes closed, a dim expression on his face. He lowered his sword, and threw it back into the Inverse Heaven orb.

He then hid his arms in his sleeves, before dancing away, his steps flickering past cracks in mountain, allowing his to quickly descend forth.

He turned back, before shaking his head, "I want ten thousand supreme spirit stones, and a High grade magical spell, alongside a Heaven tier Mount, the five thousand great herbs of Damascus, and three death defying Gu."

Feng Jiaying frowned, "1000 Supreme spirit stones, a medium grade rank 9 Mind scripture, and an Earth tier mouth. As for the herbs you might as well calmly ask for my entire families inheritance, and the death defying Gu please if such a thing existed even if I gave it to you, an Eternal would simply rip open the world barrier and steal it. Even Paragons go mad for such a thing!"

Wu Motian frowned, "Very well the latter two I can concede. Yet you've taken all three of my requests have been reduced by a grade! I know your net worth, don't take me for a fool! What you are proposing, is for me to give myself entirely for you and hope you defend such information! If there comes a day where we stand facing one another, against a gulf far wider than the notion of friendship can stand, then what do you suggest."

Feng Jiaying smiled softly, "I trust in you, and I hope to earn your trust. Therefore while I look to the true you, you may observe me."

Wu Motian frowned, "Are you not afraid?"

Feng Jiaying shook her head, "If you abuse the answers you possess of me, then I can only say I put my trust in the wrong place."

She hurriedly brought her sleeve to her, covering his mouth, "Furthermore could you really do anything with any notion of my weakness?"

As she said that the guards at her side released an intense pressure.

Wu Motian gazed deeply into her eyes. Then sighed and shrugged his shoulders.

"Fine."