Ten years later…
ZHAN SHENG STRODE INTO the throne room, his posture straight and his head held high. Several omega disciples blushed, their voices tittering as Zhan Sheng strutted by. Dressed in a black fur cloak and fine robes lined with red, Zhan Sheng looked like an immortal from a bygone era, handsome and mysterious. His hair was a wild mass of black curls that tumbled down his back like a cascade of midnight waves, making him look like a fierce warrior ready for battle.
Zhan Sheng's lips hooked into his cheek, and he threw them a devilish wink as he walked to the throne room. Zhan Wei stood proud near the throne, his eyes held more wrinkles than ever before but he still smiled when Zhan Sheng bowed before him. "Shengzi," he sighed through his nose. "Don't act shameless."
Zhan Sheng rolled his eyes but he stood saluting his father. "You summoned me? I hope it wasn't for another lecture."
