"Elder Pingbei King, why have you come this time?" Meng Haiwen, the elder from Fengxia Mountain, asked the drowsy Pingbei King with a bow.
With his muddy old eyes half-open, the Pingbei King spoke irritably, "Can't this king come if he wishes?"
Meng Haiwen's face immediately turned embarrassed, and he hastily apologized, but the Pingbei King didn't care for his gestures and remained in his sleepy state.
Ye Mengxian, however, smiled slightly, took out a small tangerine, and handed it to the Pingbei King.
"Your Highness, would you like a tangerine?" Ye Mengxian offered with a smiling expression.
The Pingbei King, who had just been completely indifferent to Meng Haiwen, was moved by a shiny little tangerine, gave a smile, took the fruit, peeled it, and began tossing pieces into his mouth.
"Ye, you do understand this king," the Pingbei King said cheerfully, seeming to be in a good mood from eating the tangerine.
