The figure clad in a flowing blue robe descended from the platform, in just two swift steps. He swept the vase off the small coffee table nestled in the corner.
"Damn! How could he still be arrogant and leave just like that? And why did he leave?" He screamed like a shrew.
He removed the ornate royal blue robe, revealing his head full of silver hair and his wrinkled face. He appeared older than the general who had just left. His gaze darkened as it fell upon the discarded, luxurious, and highly decorated robe on the floor.
He donned that robe to show his status as a faction leader of the Dark Phoenix. His robe was embroidered with a red phoenix on the front of the hood and at the back. The edges of the robe were decorated with decorative gold braiding.
Yet, even with the opulence of his garment and the old general kneeling, why did he still feel that Rui exuded a more dignified aura?
