~The essence of all beautiful art, all great art, is gratitude~
-Friedrich Nietzsche
Crown prince Jaran led his company into the forest line of the thick forest of the Emperor's mountain. It had been merely a day of taking rest at the ice lotus sect and the soldiers accompanying him were still exhausted from the assasination attack and the hurried trip, however crown prince Jaran had received orders from his royal father to complete his mission and return as soon as possible.
Crown prince Jaran knew he did not have any time to dally hence he had ordered the injured to recuperate at the ice lotus sect and continue the journey with only the able. With his master's insistence, his company had also been joined by a good number of the most able and excellent disciples of the ice lotus sect as well as his master himself who had insisted on accompanying him.
