Nvwa Temple.
Lu Bei, clutching the Universe Bag, pushed open the temple doors and strode out.
"Your Majesty!"
Chao Tian and Chao Lei, the brothers, hastened to greet him; Lu Bei didn't waste words and succinctly ordered his return to the palace.
He had been delayed by Zhao Gongming, who insisted on fishing by the seaside; waiting for the Abandoning Scripture and listening to his tedious prattle delayed him further. Now, heading back to Zhaoge City, he arrived just in time for dinner.
The Chao siblings took the command and escorted him on horseback both left and right.
"Big brother, why is His Majesty all wet?"
"Shut your mouth, don't speak carelessly."
The brothers were surprised; there was no water inside the palace, yet the king was drenched. Though their discussion was quiet, Lu Bei still heard every word, clear as day.
He had stayed overnight at Nvwa Palace, soaked to the skin, both wet and salty—what was so odd about that, entirely reasonable and proper?
