In a magnificent pavilion on a cliff edge above the the Western Sea, a transcendent beauty of a woman, was enjoying the breeze caressing her face, watching the fleet of ships anchored in the Falin Port while sipping the tea she made. While she was watching the scenery a young man whose eyes glimmering with smile was watching her. For him she looked much more alluring than the scenery around them and the tea she made tasted better than any he ever had.
Xing looked around to see the impressive architecture of the pavilion that suited her taste. The wooden pillars had carvings exquisitely made and it emitted a faint sandal wood scent. The chair she was sitting was made of high quality mahogany and the tiles of the roof glimmered gold.