"Ideal? I don't think so," Cheng Ziang said.
"So, you all are heading to Kyushu this time to foster long-lasting peace between the prosperous imperial court and West Outer Heaven?" Dongliang Yu asked.
"Exactly," Cheng Ziang nodded.
"Good," Dongliang Yu said, patting his hands, "However..."
"However what?" Cheng Ziang asked.
"You don't look like an embassy," Dongliang Yu stated pointedly.
"And you don't look like a Sect," Cheng Ziang retorted.
With that, the two sat staring at each other, the atmosphere suddenly growing tense. Just then, the sound of munching caught their attention, as Feng took the opportunity to eat some sweets while their backs were turned.
Both men glanced at her, then turned back to each other, smiles appearing on their faces involuntarily. Although his expression was hidden by a mask, Dongliang Yu could feel Cheng Ziang's gaze softening.
