In the afternoon in the capital, the wind was gentle and the sun was bright. In a quiet courtyard hidden outside the market, the four Saint Kings of the Sacred Clan were gathered.
The cloaked man had a respected status in the Crown Prince Manor, but he could not put on airs in front of the four Saint Kings. He obediently went outside to guard the door.
The square tables were each sitting on the corresponding side according to their names.
The East Saint King drank the hot tea in his cup seriously and looked straight ahead. The other three Saint Kings' gazes landed on the East Saint King's bald head and his eyebrows that were shaved until there was nothing left.
At first, the East Saint King could still pretend to be calm, but after being looked at for a long time, even a fool would be creeped out, okay?
"What's wrong with you guys? Don't you have to talk business? Can't I shave my head in the hot weather?" The East Saint King said angrily.
