In the royal court of the Ling Kingdom, a plethora of people were currently sitting. The king sat at the head of the hall on his throne while the highest ranking ministers sat beside him.
But they were not as eye-catching as the man who was sitting near the wall to the left of the king. He was wearing blue robes with a crane motif on its back and had his eyes closed.
If one looked at him, they would think that he was an erudite man, detached from the worldly desires. This man was none other than Shirong.
He had chosen to go to the royal court to speak with the king about some matters. Once they were done, he had nothing left but to sit there for a while. Since they had been discussing about what to do about the bandits and the Shadow dagger pavilion, Shirong simply listened with his eyes closed.
