"Father, I heard someone from the main sect will be coming to our city to mediate our conflict with the Feng Clan." A fair, slender young woman with a worried look in her eyes spoke to a middle-aged man dressed in luxurious robes inside what could be taken in as his study.
He was sipping on his tea while frowning as he read the reports from the scroll in his hand.
Hearing the young woman's voice, the man looked up from his scrolls, a stern expression etched on his face. "The Wandering Palace? It seems they finally took notice of our situation. The head manager of their Outpost has no idea how to navigate this situation. Mei'er, I want you to be on top of this situation. When the disciple of the sect arrives, accord him the highest priority and try to win his favor."
The young woman nodded solemnly, "Understood, father. But what if the Wandering Palace decides to side with the Fang Clan?"