Five people stood in the courtyard of the Soaring Feather Trading Company, still under the veil of the Protective Formation, readying to go out in the early hours of morning, when the sky was just turning light gray.
"Something tells me this wouldn't be a pleasant meeting", Old Man Zhao sighed.
"Weren't you also once a governor, of an entire continent no less? This is just a City Lord. The Boundless World might be different, but the essence of politics and interpersonal relationship dynamics are almost the same, so you know what to expect", Wu Long was staring at his palm slightly covered in thin veil of dark gray ethereal mist swirling around it.
"I wasn't as ambitious as this guy, or as power-thirsty, although I was probably just as, or even more prideful in my youth... heh, maybe even in old age... I guess what humbled me was meeting you, Valley Master", Zhao Xieren chuckled.
