Wang Wei walked into the throne room where Ao Shen was waiting. His face was still pale but better than the last time they saw each other. Wang Wei slowly sat down:
"What happened to make you in such a hurry?"
"My people did something egregious, and I wanted to apologize," replied Ao Shen before cupping his hand and bowing deeply. Wang Wei looked in the distance and uttered, "I see."
"Where is the kid?"
Ao Shen waved his hand, and the captured Wang Clan members appeared in the middle of the room. The young man looked at Ao Shen with eyes that wished to spew fire before bowing to Wang Wei;
"Patriarch."
"What's your name?"
"The little one is Wang Shirong."
"Shirong? Scholar of Honor? That's an excellent name."
