Zheng Xiu, Xie Yunliu, and Fan Yao formed a triangle, sitting in silence around a table set with tea.
When Xie Luohe heard her older brother had arrived, she rushed over to Mohe Pavilion, overjoyed. But the moment she saw the two nearly identical faces, most of her delight evaporated. The events of ten years ago had long since faded like smoke, and for a moment, Xie Luohe found it difficult to muster any killing intent. Now, she sat perched lazily on the counter, watching the two and a half men sit in silence. She gently stroked Little Feng Miao's soft fur, making no move to go and catch up with Xie Yunliu.
"Heh." Fan Yao was the one to finally break the silence. He gave a sinister little laugh. "No need to be so tense. We are here under imperial orders, with a duty to perform." As he spoke, he placed a rolled-up military order on the table. With a smile, he gestured with open hands toward Zheng Xiu, indicating he was free to open and read it.
