A miscalculation in the plan

The Grandmaster, wallowing in his sulky mood, was soon escorted to the private study of the Feng Clan's leader. Previously, Han Xuelian had only engaged the Feng Clan Leader seldomly on a few special occasions when they encountered each other in the sessions held in the Imperial Court.

And despite their minimal encounters, Han Xuelian was never inclined to afford his trust to the Feng Clan Leader.

Entering the private study which accommodated a much larger space than his own, the Grandmaster bowed politely out of courtesy. Seated behind a desk, the Feng Clan Leader was clad in a more refined and elegant set of white and green robes. Hair as rich as a tree bark's brown flowed in loose strands down their back.

Feline emerald eyes greeted him with a predatory glare.