Master Dwang Sung rested on his plush leather couch, his weathered hands folded across his chest as he stared at the ceiling of his private quarters.
The expensive golden patterns that adorned the ceiling showed thunder whisker kois intertwined with lightning bolts crackling around them.
He had purposefully dismissed everyone from his presence today, not even allowing his regular companion and bodyguard, Ming Fan, to remain by his side.
The action was intentional, necessary even. There were thoughts that required the kind of silence that only complete isolation could provide, and today was filled with such thoughts.
Ming Fan—though that wasn't quite the right title to use for him anymore, given his recent promotion into the prestigious Tian section of the Red Eastern Guild hierarchy. The man had completely bypassed the Luo rank, jumping straight to Tian status, which he had undoubtedly earned through his years of faithfulness.
