"War, huh?" Young Master Shang scratched his right cheek, taking a sip from his wine flagon shortly after. The gentle-looking elderly man beside him quietly observed, his vibrant dark-grey eyes flashed intermittently with a soulful light.
"The ordinary,
they passionately war for wealth.
I war for the heart."
Young Master Shang took another sip as his poetic words resonated ever so faintly with the world's mana.
"It seems there's a few schemes hiding in the undercurrents," the elderly man remarked slowly and clearly. Young Master Shang nodded, responding with: "As is expected of invasions. Have you found him?"
"I haven't," the elderly man said with a slight frown. He'd already scoured the entirety of the eighteen stellar regions comprising the Ancient Sealed Region, but he couldn't detect the slightest trace of 'that' aura.
