In a cold sweat, bathed in cold salty water. The governor of Hamju city, Hu Heng woke up. He lays in a warm and luxurious bed. He rests his right hand on his forehead, a pounding headache driving him insane. A simple question left his lips, talking to himself in a moment of desperation.
"What the fuck happen?"
"The young lady was talking to you before you pass out"
A male voice enters his ears, a shiver goes up his spine. As he turns his neck toward the voice, his hand forms into a fist as he was ready to defend himself, he slowly sits up. The blanket that covers his half-naked body falls to his lab, and his eyes meet with the brown eyes of a middle-aged man.
A well build man, with messy red hair and bulging muscles. He knew who the man sitting on the wooden chair was, he was more than familiar. Fighting side by side with someone for a day will have that effect.
"Sir Fen..what you-"
But as he speaks, memories come flooding in. He remembers the outrageous claims of the young lady, she got married a week or two ago. When to the forest to fight a new type of old-world corruption, came back victorious. She got her talents back and she ask him for his support. As she wishes to gain back the position of sect heir.
The Elemental Weapon Sect is a collection of 6 smaller sects and their ruling clan. This six sects form an alliance to better protect themselves and combine their resources. To better provide for their youth. Each clan selects its own heirs with its own costumes. Something a foreign clan cant intervene.
But a sect heir is very different. Any organization needs an overarching leader, that its why usually one clan becomes the leader of the sect and the rest follow. The Wu Clan is a very powerful clan, bless by luck or the heavens themselves. They have been the leader of the sect for multiple generations. Not like anyone can argue against it, their mythic arts are strong within this QI area, and the way they cultivate their heirs made them leagues above the rest of the sect clans.
The way an heir is selected is a long and hard process. One must first be strong, have good character, and gain the majority vote from the current six sect leaders. The current heir is a young woman from the Wu clan. A woman with great talents, by the name Wu Xinyan.
Apparently, she is also the current heir for the Wu Clan, almost like being the heir of one makes her the heir of the other one. A serious look overtakes Heng as he looks at Fen.
"Give me a second to get dressed and I will talk with the young lady"
Fen nodded his head, as he stands up from his seat and leaves the room. Leaving Heng by himself, he gets dressed and makes himself presentable to appear before the young lady. As he leaves his room, he walks toward his office. Walking through a long wooden corridor, with multiple panting and sculptures decorating the walls.
Standing in front of his office is a small group. A beautiful woman leads from the front, wearing a beautiful royal-like red outfit. Her black hair is tie-up on a bun, make-up highlights her cheek bones, a black outliner outlines the shape of her eyes, and her eyelashes are full of color and curving up.
Behind her, on her right side, it's a good dress man. Wearing a black mask, with only his deep brown eyes showing. The man is wearing a beautiful well crafted black outfit. With brown skin and a tall figure. An air of savagery and war lingers around the man.
Behind the man and the woman. Is the middle age guard, Lia Fen. Next to him is a young tomboy-ish maid, the personal maid of the young lady. Heng knew who this person was, it was the young lady of the Wu Clan. Wu Zhihui and her mysterious husband.
As Heng arrives, the focus of the group shift toward him. As beautiful smile blossoms on Zhihui's face, she really is beautiful. But she is a bit too young for him, plus she was already married. As he arrives in front of the group, he does a small bow.
Courtesy and a way to show his respects to the young lady and her group. As they return back the bow. The feminine voice of Zhihui broke the silence.
"I see that you are finally awake, I am sorry that overloaded you with information. It was a bad time to do so"
"Haha, don't worry about it, young lady. It's all in the past, come please, enter my humble office."
Heng said as he walks towards the front door of his office and open it up. Arrived at the door faster than mortal stage female maid. A visible discontent on her face as he took away a part of her job. But a single side look from Zhihui made the maid calm down. As the group walks into the office, they are greeted by a nice and well-kept room.
Black and red carpet covers the wooden floor. A painting of the founder of the Heimen Clan hangs from the wall facing the door. On both left and right walls, are tall book shells with books and scrolls. On the front wall, facing the door, is a brown wooden table, with a chair behind it and two chairs in front of the table.
Heng of course takes the seat behind the table, and Zhihui and her husband sit in front of the table. The guard and female servant standing close to the door, keeping guard. As the three of them become comfortable in their chairs, Heng spoke, his eyes landing on Mors.
"care to introduce yourself?"
"Of course, my name is Xiong Ming, well to be exact Wu Ming now."
"Nice to meet you, Sir Ming, may I know the reason behind the mask?"
"..it has some good specs"
"Specs?"
"I mean, enchantments"
"ah..I see. Do you mind taking it off?"
Mors shrugs his shoulders as he makes the black mask disappear. Reviling his handsome face, black metal-like lines decorate his face. Almost looks like a tattoo. His facial features show that he is not from around this part, not like it is Heng's problem, as he focuses his eyes on Zhihui.
"My lady, you know I have to report this to the sect leader correct? Your marriage is a big deal and the fact that we know nothing about this man is concerning"
"That it's ok, we were going back to the capital after we have our little talk"
"ah yes..our little talk"
Heng said as he got serious, his eyes becoming cold. As the real conversation will start from here on out.